FULLMETAL (feat. Ben Siroka)
Bitch I keep a blade on me I feel this Final Fantasy
Cost an arm and leg to fuck with me, full metal alchemy
Mood swinging switching these dimensions and these galaxies
You dealing with a God, looking down on me is blasphemy
Bitch I got a couple shooters, Rugers, they gon blast for me
Got a drum and stick like I'm Nick Cannon that's a band on me
Goofy bitch, try to break my heart but you ain't damage me
Talking shit in public but in private you a fan of me
I gotta get my price right, gas might hit a nigga back like a drive by
Leave a nigga parallel if he give a side eye
Bitch I got a strong hold I ain't talking Sky High
Bitch I'm a fly guy
Big ass boots when I step bitch I feel like Sora
Got blue bands like I'm from Pandora
Water on my neck Imma fuck on Korra
Bitch I keep a blade on me I feel this Final Fantasy
Cost an arm and leg to fuck with me, full metal alchemy
Go to bed hurting and I'm still waking up sore
Getting hard to sleep with gunshots in my front door
I don't do enough more need to get done
Yeah I need to make thousands and I barely make one
And I barely make time and I rarely unwind
Yeah I'm sinking in the city, subpar of sublime
Never get a green light, still ride the green line
Old knots getting untied, never see the sunrise
Barely see the sunset, never been a tough guy
Always been upset, always in a bad mood
Happiness won't have you still telling half-truths, damn
My brothers they got me if I slip down a slope
Got Elique and Obi and TJ and Benny
If that ain't enough, Mike and Gabe on the coast
Keeping their feet on your throat
Making 'em rewrite too much to think I'm not the goat
Bitch I keep a blade on me I feel this Final Fantasy
Cost an arm and leg to fuck with me, full metal alchemy
Mood swinging switching these dimensions and these galaxies
You dealing with a God, looking down on me is blasphemy
Bitch I keep a blade on me I feel this Final Fantasy
Cost an arm and leg to fuck with me, full metal alchemy
Mood swinging switching these dimensions and these galaxies
You dealing with a God, looking down on me is blasphemy
Cost an arm and leg to fuck with me, full metal alchemy
Mood swinging switching these dimensions and these galaxies
You dealing with a God, looking down on me is blasphemy
Bitch I got a couple shooters, Rugers, they gon blast for me
Got a drum and stick like I'm Nick Cannon that's a band on me
Goofy bitch, try to break my heart but you ain't damage me
Talking shit in public but in private you a fan of me
I gotta get my price right, gas might hit a nigga back like a drive by
Leave a nigga parallel if he give a side eye
Bitch I got a strong hold I ain't talking Sky High
Bitch I'm a fly guy
Big ass boots when I step bitch I feel like Sora
Got blue bands like I'm from Pandora
Water on my neck Imma fuck on Korra
Bitch I keep a blade on me I feel this Final Fantasy
Cost an arm and leg to fuck with me, full metal alchemy
Go to bed hurting and I'm still waking up sore
Getting hard to sleep with gunshots in my front door
I don't do enough more need to get done
Yeah I need to make thousands and I barely make one
And I barely make time and I rarely unwind
Yeah I'm sinking in the city, subpar of sublime
Never get a green light, still ride the green line
Old knots getting untied, never see the sunrise
Barely see the sunset, never been a tough guy
Always been upset, always in a bad mood
Happiness won't have you still telling half-truths, damn
My brothers they got me if I slip down a slope
Got Elique and Obi and TJ and Benny
If that ain't enough, Mike and Gabe on the coast
Keeping their feet on your throat
Making 'em rewrite too much to think I'm not the goat
Bitch I keep a blade on me I feel this Final Fantasy
Cost an arm and leg to fuck with me, full metal alchemy
Mood swinging switching these dimensions and these galaxies
You dealing with a God, looking down on me is blasphemy
Bitch I keep a blade on me I feel this Final Fantasy
Cost an arm and leg to fuck with me, full metal alchemy
Mood swinging switching these dimensions and these galaxies
You dealing with a God, looking down on me is blasphemy
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Forrest
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