F.D.Y.A

Haters going to hate, but they can't be us

I'm here packed with the medicine to boost my adrenaline
To crush all my opponents in my fairy tale land
That I stay running like a track and field gym
No intro need because haters know who I am
If not ask the girl down the street, your neighborhood friend
Getting popped with Dtabs, well Tim shouldn't you be in the pin
But that's not a pot hole, I thought we weren't on the backroads or backends
These young girls think that they're Mature for showing off their Backbends
They should be in school doing arts And crafting
Instead of arts an craft she asking the Rain man for cashing



Credits
Writer(s): Orlando Joel Palmer
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