Most circumstances, I know my fate
But in this love thing, don't get the game
Why does it feel like those who give in
They only wind up losing a friend?
Just 'cause I love you and you love me
It doesn't mean that we're meant to be
I can climb mountains, cross the seas
But the most frightening thing is— (Mula, leggo)
(Hey!)
Lions, Bengals, and Bears, none of my guys scared
Chase rumblin' any one of them guys there
Dwayne young and he hungry, I pray we patient with him
I pray he leave with some money, I pray he leave with his health
Yeah, uh, the physical and mental
The thing I like 'bout football is that stats kill opinions
This rap shit a lick to niggas, I ain't 'bout to knock it
This whole summer, I was buying all the winter Prada
And I tried being peaceful, but my peace was gettin' bothered
So no doubt we got them Eagles, we go Carson Wentz, Stefani
Niggas say what's up with me, then they say what's up to me
They say I be lonely, but this weapon keep me company (ha)
Niggas think it's up with me, y'all don't want no problem, bruh
Niggas say it's up with me, well, buddy, this insomnia (yeah)
And I'm not passive, but you know I'm not gon' stop (stop)
You gotta scramble, right? You ain't got the block (stat)
Uh, I could probably get you done without a half a thought (stat)
But you probably hurt yourself, you niggas' Gus Frerotte (damn)
Yeah, Olu Folarin, run it like two-minute offense
Like Kurt Warner, I'm Marshall Faulk, I'm a faulkin' problem (woo)
You niggas playin' both sides, but I am in my prime (woo)
I high step, if I pick six, it ain't forty-nine
It's sixty, nigga, see these women with us?
Some gon' play with they nose like they hittin' the center
Look, that's all I gotta say
Young Folarin's young Peyton, money's Jeff Saturday
Omaha, Omaha, all the bull I'm callin' out
All the bills I got is blue, I be diggin' all my routes
I be stuck up in this condo, whole time I got a house
And these bitches get to blitzing while I'm checking bitches down
Checking on some DMs, check they page, she got a spouse
But...
Mmm, clout
Lions, Bengals, and Bears, I'm fighting demons and fears
I tighten up when it's time and Mike Vrabel ain't here
Yeah, I hate a favor when that shit ain't sincere
Some people want you in debt if they can't put you in fear
I bring my savage out, my Jamal Adams out
Flow is undisputed, where my 'Gnac and where my Black & Mild?
Tell Jason Whitlock he a bitch and he a cracker now
But, but that's a lot of y'all
Somebody line up the Chargers doctor for Tyrod Thomas
A punctured lung is a lump sum and a lot of lawyers
We gotta charge it to the game, it's hard to trust the owners
They had they ducks in a row already, ain't no one loyal
Hop out the Jag in LA like Jalen Ramsey, you heard?
I got these M's on my mind like it's the Thundering Herd
It's like I'm humble for real, but y'all kicked off on this wall
And... now I got the ball
Folarin
Most circumstances, I know my fate
But in this love thing, don't get the game
Why does it feel like those who give in
They only wind up losing a friend?
Just 'cause I love you and you love me
It doesn't mean that we're meant to be
I can climb mountains, cross the seas
But the most frightening thing is you and—
(Money)