Kicks

It's Jesus
HFM
Go!

Look at the flick of my wrist
All of this chicken scratch you cannot read my lyrics
Shit don't make no sense
I think a lot of y'all don't know what real hip-hop is
Circumstances that we live
We was really 30 deep inside the crib
Feeding these kids more than their own families did
That's Hartsfield Mafia shit
I cant let nobody in
Where were you when I needed you, bitch
I take it all in the chin
Get back up with the vengeance
I bet it won't happen again
This world we live in
It's crazy and cold, nothing like when I was a kid
Well, maybe a little bit
But nowadays shit is different
Living in this life is sin
If you don't want smoke
Better put down those L&Ms
And then, and then, and then
And then, then, and then, then, and again, and again, and again
Better go tell a friend
To tell a friend to tell a friend
HFM until the end
Breaking bread but we won't bend

I'm kicking shit like Jackie Chan inside my whip
Kicking shit
Hit Mon-Lee, I break that brick
Elbow drop from the top
Now I'm the heartbreak kid
I'm tuning up the band
It's got a lot of kick
Drums, kick
Guns, kick
Come, quick
She dumb, thick
We gon' dip
You still stuck at your crib
I just copped a fit
Now I'm tryna get some kicks

Let's take it back to where the story begins
I was rapping and trapping with all of my friends
Right before 2010
The Hartsfield Mafia was born my friend
HFM forever, HFM to the end
That's the way that we riding bitch
Never seen the middle sound loop quite like this
Since back in the day it was every night like this

Drums, kick
Guns, kick
Come, quick
She dumb, thick
We gon' dip
You still stuck at your crib
I just copped a fit
Now I'm tryna get some kicks