FTA

Teach You The ABCs, the D already got it
When I'm up on the mic I'm out of pocket
Throwing armbars your shoulder out of socket
Call me Jalen Green 'cause I know how to Rock it (Rocket)
Your girl know I'm popping
And no I cannot stop it
And so she give me sloppy
Call me papi and all that
Tell my boss to kiss on my ball sack
I ain't got a fallback this rap shit gonna work
And that bitch gonna twerk and then we gonna fuck
When my time run out well shit I'm out of luck
But for now I'm going hard like getting hit by a mack truck
Driven by a fat fuck, man that'd suck
So please if you're listening still
If you fuck with JTK, think his shit is ill
If you so hunger you need your ass a meal
Raise them middle fingers up so the world can feel

Be like Fuck The Authority hey
Yo Fuck The Authority hey
Yo Fuck The Authority hey
Yo Fuck The Authority

Yo Yo
You know I rock with Philly so I got the 7-6
And I bag 8s and 9s cause fuck you I'm a 10
The Kid did it again, go tell all ya friends
So he can buy a Benz and invite them all in
Let em all watch while he confess his sins
All you bums are they same you repeat it and rinse
The next one up, you should call him the prince
When they talk about you, they speak in past tense
Bitch, I'm the present, the future, the talent, an amuser
I got a pretty face you look like an abuser
The only place I bang in the sheets, I'm a shooter
But ya boy is always calm like he's fuckin' with Buddha
The mic, I'm a rulla, you look like a foola
I'm movin' 10 deep just like the yakuza
But I'm really not that hard no don't let me fool ya
You might do it cool but I just do it cooler ayy

Fuck The Authority hey
Yo Fuck The Authority
Heyyy Hooo



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Writer(s): Alan Weed
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