FTG
I was stuck living two life's
Batman but I'm robbin
And when we see them flashing blue lights we get to running
Why every time you calling my phone you ask for something
I ask I can't get nothing
I was stuck living two life's
Batman but I'm robbin
And when we see them flashing blue lights we get to running
Why every time you calling my phone you ask for something
I ask I can't get nothing
With you it's always something
Ajay shit might give em chills
Eitan flow sick that boy ill
And when he spit hit he for real
Told bro chill out
And he ain't gone stop he stop poppin those pills
But back to that other shit
Imma serve the most high fuck the government
Shit get hot on the mic need a oven mitt
Flow so sick got the flu how I'm coming in
They used to say I was one hell of a guy
I know that they just want a piece of my pie
Don't answer nobody
Only fear the most high
Jammin the scanners
On the road
When we slide
Reaper gone creep
Taking souls in the night
Get in that room
Never told on mine
Eitan gone shoot
Got that shit on his side
Side
Skin worth a million
Know they want the formula
Born with this salt
They can't copy the formula
To many bodies
Cremate em no coroner
Don't fuck with these people
I'm hanging with foreigner's
Rocking with 'Rastas
Real life mob ties
Seen death at the corner
Cremate em no coroner
I was stuck living two lives
Batman but I'm robbin
And when we see them flashing blue lights we get to running
Why every time you calling my phone you ask for something
I ask I can't get nothing
With you it's always something
Ajay shit might give em chills
Eitan flow sick that boy ill
And when he spit hit he for real
Told bro chill out
And he ain't gone stop he stop poppin those pills
But back to that other shit
Imma serve the most high fuck the government
Shit get hot on the mic need a oven mitt
Flow so sick got the flu how I'm coming in
That's how we comin in
He don't open the door
Bitch we runnin in
If they knock at the door bet not let em in
Don't pretend with the snakes would not recommend
Don't give him the rod he gone fold
We was young we was stealing outta stores
Run it up just to get me some more
Living life I was sinnin
Grandma don't like it I'm just trynna get it
Told her I'm sorry she just not forgiving
No names said I ah never be a witness
Hard headed 'youngin jumped up in the trenches
Promised my momma that imma get it
Heart so cold I can't feel shit
I was stuck living two life's
Batman but I'm robbin
And when we see them flashing blue lights we get to running
Why everytime you calling my phone you ask for something
I ask I can't get nothing
With you it's always something
Ajay shit might give em chills
Eitan flow sick that boy ill
And when he spit hit he for real
Told bro chill out
And he ain't gone stop he stop poppin those pills
But back to that other shit
Imma serve the most high fuck the government
Shit get hot on the mic need a oven mitt
Flow so sick got the flu how I'm coming in
Batman but I'm robbin
And when we see them flashing blue lights we get to running
Why every time you calling my phone you ask for something
I ask I can't get nothing
I was stuck living two life's
Batman but I'm robbin
And when we see them flashing blue lights we get to running
Why every time you calling my phone you ask for something
I ask I can't get nothing
With you it's always something
Ajay shit might give em chills
Eitan flow sick that boy ill
And when he spit hit he for real
Told bro chill out
And he ain't gone stop he stop poppin those pills
But back to that other shit
Imma serve the most high fuck the government
Shit get hot on the mic need a oven mitt
Flow so sick got the flu how I'm coming in
They used to say I was one hell of a guy
I know that they just want a piece of my pie
Don't answer nobody
Only fear the most high
Jammin the scanners
On the road
When we slide
Reaper gone creep
Taking souls in the night
Get in that room
Never told on mine
Eitan gone shoot
Got that shit on his side
Side
Skin worth a million
Know they want the formula
Born with this salt
They can't copy the formula
To many bodies
Cremate em no coroner
Don't fuck with these people
I'm hanging with foreigner's
Rocking with 'Rastas
Real life mob ties
Seen death at the corner
Cremate em no coroner
I was stuck living two lives
Batman but I'm robbin
And when we see them flashing blue lights we get to running
Why every time you calling my phone you ask for something
I ask I can't get nothing
With you it's always something
Ajay shit might give em chills
Eitan flow sick that boy ill
And when he spit hit he for real
Told bro chill out
And he ain't gone stop he stop poppin those pills
But back to that other shit
Imma serve the most high fuck the government
Shit get hot on the mic need a oven mitt
Flow so sick got the flu how I'm coming in
That's how we comin in
He don't open the door
Bitch we runnin in
If they knock at the door bet not let em in
Don't pretend with the snakes would not recommend
Don't give him the rod he gone fold
We was young we was stealing outta stores
Run it up just to get me some more
Living life I was sinnin
Grandma don't like it I'm just trynna get it
Told her I'm sorry she just not forgiving
No names said I ah never be a witness
Hard headed 'youngin jumped up in the trenches
Promised my momma that imma get it
Heart so cold I can't feel shit
I was stuck living two life's
Batman but I'm robbin
And when we see them flashing blue lights we get to running
Why everytime you calling my phone you ask for something
I ask I can't get nothing
With you it's always something
Ajay shit might give em chills
Eitan flow sick that boy ill
And when he spit hit he for real
Told bro chill out
And he ain't gone stop he stop poppin those pills
But back to that other shit
Imma serve the most high fuck the government
Shit get hot on the mic need a oven mitt
Flow so sick got the flu how I'm coming in
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Writer(s): Aaron Hayes
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