Famish
Turn them lights on Edison
I'm better than I ever been I tell a bitch
It's never been a better time to get to know me
It's Fadah
I'm covered wit
The blood of my enemy he looking holy
I'm taking to my pistol like my therapist
But like a marriage counselor keep a couple on me
Don't tell me who I sound like that shit insulting
They tell me I was falling off that shit provoked me
I'm on the schedule like my time approaching
They locked the door but left the window open
I'm really it
I take them risks to put them big rocks on my mother wrist
My mama told me get yo paper right and don't trust a bitch
I gave her red flags then white flags when I called it quits
I seen my mama jumped when I was I was eight
Pojects we was living
Ain't no pets but hoe we had a snake
Blood stain when they slither
That's her best friend our blood cousin
We all knew
Big cuz prolly think a nigga don't remember that but I still do
Yea I jawed that fuck nigga that I robbed but I got feels too
Yea they gave that gave that fuck nigga my job but I got skills too
Mama came in say we jumping out the window we ain't never look back
I ain't tryna really bring pain but you wasn't gang how I 'member that
We was real broke tryna turn grease into belly fat where I'm thinner at
We was no joke tryna cut coke into mini cracks on the dinner mat
I was getting older really getting by so I'm getting rich while I'm getting old
All eyes on the stove tell me it'll get you high and it's getting sold
I was selling hats down on Howard road
First time shooting sticks
Got another problem ain't that bout a bitch
But a problem never be about a bitch
I'll burn a nigga like a fire wick
Gotta burner wit me and it fire sixteen
Time spent for the shit I'm risking
Twenty six and I'm trying big things
Coulda died but I'm coexisting
Shit really get deep
We was on our way up to the shelter and they put us out like we didn't need sleep
We was tryna get a small plate while they cleaning up boy we didn't even eat
Say that we'll never listen but we couldn't listen to the shit they ain't even teach
I ain't tryna tell a lot but
We was getting to it wrong nigga
Mama tryna do a lot
We was selling crack rock out our home nigga
Couple niggas on the block kick doe'
Put the blick to her dome nigga
Ever went to selling crack and now you doin that
You was prolly prone nigga
Hollup
They put that pistol to my mama head I ain't know what to do man
I'm better than I ever been I tell a bitch
It's never been a better time to get to know me
It's Fadah
I'm covered wit
The blood of my enemy he looking holy
I'm taking to my pistol like my therapist
But like a marriage counselor keep a couple on me
Don't tell me who I sound like that shit insulting
They tell me I was falling off that shit provoked me
I'm on the schedule like my time approaching
They locked the door but left the window open
I'm really it
I take them risks to put them big rocks on my mother wrist
My mama told me get yo paper right and don't trust a bitch
I gave her red flags then white flags when I called it quits
I seen my mama jumped when I was I was eight
Pojects we was living
Ain't no pets but hoe we had a snake
Blood stain when they slither
That's her best friend our blood cousin
We all knew
Big cuz prolly think a nigga don't remember that but I still do
Yea I jawed that fuck nigga that I robbed but I got feels too
Yea they gave that gave that fuck nigga my job but I got skills too
Mama came in say we jumping out the window we ain't never look back
I ain't tryna really bring pain but you wasn't gang how I 'member that
We was real broke tryna turn grease into belly fat where I'm thinner at
We was no joke tryna cut coke into mini cracks on the dinner mat
I was getting older really getting by so I'm getting rich while I'm getting old
All eyes on the stove tell me it'll get you high and it's getting sold
I was selling hats down on Howard road
First time shooting sticks
Got another problem ain't that bout a bitch
But a problem never be about a bitch
I'll burn a nigga like a fire wick
Gotta burner wit me and it fire sixteen
Time spent for the shit I'm risking
Twenty six and I'm trying big things
Coulda died but I'm coexisting
Shit really get deep
We was on our way up to the shelter and they put us out like we didn't need sleep
We was tryna get a small plate while they cleaning up boy we didn't even eat
Say that we'll never listen but we couldn't listen to the shit they ain't even teach
I ain't tryna tell a lot but
We was getting to it wrong nigga
Mama tryna do a lot
We was selling crack rock out our home nigga
Couple niggas on the block kick doe'
Put the blick to her dome nigga
Ever went to selling crack and now you doin that
You was prolly prone nigga
Hollup
They put that pistol to my mama head I ain't know what to do man
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Writer(s): Malik Brown
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