FT$ Shit
Always and forever my niggas
Confidence sticks
If you really got a monster within
I harvest that shit
So I could be the best monster you get
It's often I get pissed when niggas talking their shit
On the path they walk I hawk and I spit
Kiss my girl on the lips
I destroy an eclipse
If I blew up the moon and the gravity flips
When the nice guys wins
That's the end of you and the start of the mist
Cause I'm steaming up
You gone miss the train on this bitch
And I ain't easing up I got to dig my name in this ditch
If it's deep enough I ain't leaping up
Flip The Script and the sequence huh
Flip the beat and run
I been jogging for a minute so I had to speed it up
No redemption for those sinning
All my wrongs I eat it up
Overlaps for few beginnings
While you still stuck on your lack of winning
I told you go get it and you ain't listen
I told you, you got to pick your feet up
Get your bread up
Get your weight up
Everybody tryna stay up
Before you Fall just know its gonna hurt
I bet somebody out here value your worth
Think about that when you feeling lower than dirt
Don't hit a relapse
Press fast forward and ease back
Don't lean back way too far so long your soul detached
That's a evact
Don't leave that
You gone need that
I promise you
You don't wanna leave behind bad residue
Bad voodoo for your future you
It's all connected
I swear it's mentally projected
I still ain't reach for my best yet
And truthfully I think these niggas all pretending
Just hop on every fucking thing that's trending
Play this at my funeral God forbid if I end it
I know ya' talking down just know I never second guess it
Sit my little brothers down
Ya' about to learn a fucking thing or two
Like niggas outside they probably gonna try and get at you
They gonna talk shit cause the bitch that they want feeling you
Now they ain't digging you
Niggas tryna get rid of you
Damn niggas is pitiful but I don't care too much
Only God and heights nigga I don't fear too much
Had to cut my phone off bitches is doing too much
And only backwoods over here dog I ain't doing no blunts
I got two O's chilling in my left hand
Never getting married but I could probably be your best man
We the fam, FT$
And till the day I'm in the dirt
I'm a give it what it's worth motherfucker