FTG
I gotta feed the gang
So much on my brain
Shit I'm going crazy
I hustle for my name
I hustle for my baby
Plus I gotta feed the gang
I gotta feed the gang
I gotta feed the gang
I gotta feed my gang
So much on my brain
Shit I'm going crazy
I hustle for my name
I hustle for my baby
Plus I gotta feed the gang
I gotta feed my gang
I gotta feed the gang
I gotta feed my gang
See to a lot of niggas I'm a local artist
Checking account keep on get larger mixing patience and potions like Harry potter
Peep the schedule I'm a workaholic mediation to tap into my inner godly
Running twos with millionaires at the Reilly if you wondering where to find me
Lotta shit I left behind me to better myself and the gang
Seeing red through these Fendi Frames
All I'm missing is a diamond tennis chain
Can't even go out to eat without the waiter saying I look familiar whats your name
People saying I'm starting to change
I got steamed napkins to wipe my hands
What you expect
This is no flex
This to inspire
Chase your desires I know that I am
Moving in silence
Voices get louder the closer to horizons
Gotta keep it pushing for the gang
I gotta keep it pushing for the gang
So much on my brain
Shit I'm going crazy
I hustle for my name
I hustle for my baby
Plus I gotta feed the gang
I gotta feed the gang
I gotta feed the gang
I gotta feed my gang
So much on my brain
Shit I'm going crazy
I hustle for my name
I hustle for my baby
Plus I gotta feed the gang
I gotta feed my gang
I gotta feed the gang
I gotta feed my gang
So much on my brain
Shit I'm going crazy
I hustle for my name
I hustle for my baby
Plus I gotta feed the gang
I gotta feed the gang
I gotta feed the gang
I gotta feed my gang
So much on my brain
Shit I'm going crazy
I hustle for my name
I hustle for my baby
Plus I gotta feed the gang
I gotta feed my gang
I gotta feed the gang
I gotta feed my gang
See to a lot of niggas I'm a local artist
Checking account keep on get larger mixing patience and potions like Harry potter
Peep the schedule I'm a workaholic mediation to tap into my inner godly
Running twos with millionaires at the Reilly if you wondering where to find me
Lotta shit I left behind me to better myself and the gang
Seeing red through these Fendi Frames
All I'm missing is a diamond tennis chain
Can't even go out to eat without the waiter saying I look familiar whats your name
People saying I'm starting to change
I got steamed napkins to wipe my hands
What you expect
This is no flex
This to inspire
Chase your desires I know that I am
Moving in silence
Voices get louder the closer to horizons
Gotta keep it pushing for the gang
I gotta keep it pushing for the gang
So much on my brain
Shit I'm going crazy
I hustle for my name
I hustle for my baby
Plus I gotta feed the gang
I gotta feed the gang
I gotta feed the gang
I gotta feed my gang
So much on my brain
Shit I'm going crazy
I hustle for my name
I hustle for my baby
Plus I gotta feed the gang
I gotta feed my gang
I gotta feed the gang
I gotta feed my gang
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Writer(s): Trenton King
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