F.Y.M.

She say it look like I sell dope, naw bitch but I sell hope
If I can do it, you can do it, build a team and then Velcro
Stick to basics like shell toes, walk a path throwin' elbows
Ten toes in my gel soles, runnin' up if I smell smoke
Sold secrets can't tell souls, hold water like a well bro
Proceed with caution and propel slow, cruise through no sailboat
Get mine then vamanos, never ever can I yell broke
Never ever can I tell folks, drink through pain in pastel coat
Catch a wave like O'Dell though, what I need a hotel fo'
Bad Bitch stay in Melrose, she wanna fuck but it's hell no
They say I'm fresh that's swell bro, I guess he think that I fell fo'
The okey doke I'm like well no, run up on me raise hell bro

-Hook-
You know Im grinding see me climbing
When you down me I can't breathe
I'm bet I make it watch me make it
And do my thing... Fuck You Mean

2nd verse- LDorado Jonez

One gorilla told another
While they sat inside the Mist
May we never find a reason
To be on that monkey Shit
Monkey see monkey do that
Goofy to get monkey Hit
May we never die the thousand deaths
That all these monkeys Get (Never)
When they up that thang to stain
May we remain Stainless
To make sure our health and wealth sustain
We brought that Stainless
No scarecrow or headless horseman
You won't catch us Brainless
Left leaking on some weekend
That won't be why I'm Famous
Naw joe I ain't going that
Lick ain't for me I guarantee
Won't catch me slipping like I can not see
When i stand on my square and I stay on my P's
Made a vow to my family when I leave
I would come back in one piece
So I cant let you open fire'
And make a liar out of me
-Hook-
You know I'm grinding see me climbing
When you down me I can't breathe
I'm bet make it watch me make it
And do my thing... Fuck You Mean



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Evans
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