FTL (feat. 191 Vizzo)

I said fuck the law
Free my niggas out corrections, catching rec wasting all there blessings
Yeah
Baby sharks up in the trenches, shooting glock's leaving messes
Yeah
Please don't kill that old man, OG scared straight he know they'le leave him open
Little brodie hop in the game at a young age, now he graduate bet you owe him

Nah nigga i don't count favors, pick a color any color that's yo favorite
Yea
Ima hustle to grind, you gonna hustle to shine sooner or later you gonna see why
Yeah
Baby come here its all fine, i know you ain't tryna waste yo time with that nigga
Yeah
I cant forget about my niggas they was there way before jigga
Yea
456 Im tryna win, roll them dice anytime i dont care if i sin
Father figure he was bigger
Always taught me to do the right but end up doing nothing with ya
Yeah
And ill risk it all, earn my stripes like im tiger
Yeah
Frosting flakes on that nigga, show him you the plug you a drug dealer



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Writer(s): Joseph Parham
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