FOMF
Intro
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I said...

You leave this Earth the way you enter; How's that? In a Box

This ain't rap it's twisted metal; wit these clowns. At The Top

I represent the have nots, did homework in the stash spots

Yous a mascot, fucking ras-clot, but you swear now, how you blast Glocks

Verse 1
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Shit I ain't believing non of that, what y'all make, I'll double that

Y'all ain't popping pistols all you ever popped was bubble wrap

Worlds fake, like the ass, on any, VH1 bitch
I can hustle anything, have niggas snorting fun dip

Ambition don't mean shit, cause trust, the scumbags, is getting paid too

When bullets spray, all your hard drive can't save you

AU, Rocking all that gold, where you from nigga?

Is you dumb nigga? bum nigga. How does one figure?

Hard to do a show, security, rushed in when they seen us

Javaris Crittenton, we bring in guns for those Arenas

I'm gritty and mean, like Idi Amin, I'm witty y'all meaannnn!!!????

Coming live from the city of dreams

Don't fear me, fear what I'll do to you, revenge is often beautiful

Type a nigga kill ya mom's, then show up at the funeral

Say I'm jealous you was breastfed, that big bitch gave the best head (said tearfully)

Then smack ya daughter, tell her I fucked grandma on her death bed
Hook (sing) x2
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(I know)

This life is ba-sic, it's hard to face this

Harsh reality, I think it's wasted

They told me, that love's a drug but then they laced it

Now my mentality's, what? The Fuck Out My Face, BITCH

Verse 2
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I know this chick who work Sephora, got that Evian smell

Made me wait before I hit the hole, LeVeon Bell

Say I love her, then I, Jet! Over to Y-vette's

She probably listening right now like "word nigga? Bet

Whistling Winn Dixie! My men blitzkrieg, if we beefing I send sixty

I ain't got no whip, I shoot from my friend ten speed
10-60, if we swinging I'm Ken Griffey

Your happiness o-ffends me

Pull a Nowitzki that's a German 4, gun that y'all ain't heard before

I'm swerving whores and herbivores, these murders made me urban lore

That's a lie bro, am I libel? What I'm saying? Fuck if I know

Just a tight flow, for the white folks, storing my quotes, in a Bible

This a new world, order my nigga I'm Scott Hall

And who I'm finna spare,... Not Y'all

Heart black like what the pot call, y'all shoulda stayed home

Niggas swear they life a movie til I pull a James Holmes

Hook (sing) x2
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(I know)

This life is ba-sic, it's hard to face this

Harsh reality, I think it's wasted

They told me, that love's a drug but then they laced it

Now my mentality's, what? The Fuck Out My Face, BITCH

Outro

She said, Foley, if you make it
I'll let you take it

WORD!? Fuck up out my face, BITCH

He said, Foley, now you getting dough
You my bro, nigga

WORD!? Fuck up out my face, BITCH

They said, Foley, we don't respect you
We finna check you

WORD!? Fuck up out my face, BITCH

I said, Foley, I'll helped create you
Now I hate you

WORD?! FUCK UP OUT MY FACE BITCH