We missed it here
I made it
Hello
Let's set the record straight
I got some shit I wanna address
Nigga, you just a rapper
You ain't no thug, you ain't never had arrest
Tell the truth, fuck, nigga, gon' confess
You ain't never sold shit
You ain't never leave a nigga scratched
Who the fuck gave you rank
You ain't put on for the set
Five years in a pen for this shallow side shit
I demand my respect
I ain't no motherfuckin' artist
This rap shit a hobby
But you done made yourself a target
It's up in the stock, down the trunk, can't even park
And I was goin' up regardless
Pop my shit, I'm the hardest
I ain't back and forth arguin'
With no motherfuckin' body
You don't like it, we could hit
By the Kodak and La Yada ass
Bout me beatin' niggas ass up in the county
Five years, no tears, standin' firm, bein' solid
19 FMF, steppin' like the cartel
Resurrected out the cell
I touched down to Carl's hair
Yeah, fuck it, I'm just bein' honest
I don't got no arts, nigga
I just want some money
Real recognize, real
And you don't look familiar to me
Did this rap shit first
You were lookin' up to me
Fuck, fuck, fuck Green FCG
Fuck, fuck, fuck Green FCG
Fuck, fuck, fuck Green FCG
Fuck, fuck, fuck Green FCG
Wait
