FU GEE LA Freestyle
Ayo I'm coming for that number one
One of one
Never been a one and done
You could bank on me cause I'm more than worth the money son
They say "you going crazy", I say "I'm having a bunch of fun"
Was tired of the everyday struggle I had to pump it up
I need a parachute, I been killing it from the jump
I had to learn the ropes now I can double dutch
I keep it a hundred like four quarters and I come in clutch
I kept the pot cooking so it wasn't luck
Yo
I'm going after the bag I deserve
I always knew I was a goat, but I just had to be heard
You know the saying that nobody's ever fed a closed mouth
I'm tryna make that good bread like Texas Roadhouse
Me and all the homies plotting, staying patient, laying low
You aint seen the last of us like you don't pay for HBO
I never play the radio, I'd rather play myself
I'm hotter than ATL or better yet the gates of hell
Anything I'm on is getting torn like an ACL
I ain't scared of any man I'm just afraid to fail
But I know how to take a L and take it well
You could feel my soul when I spit it, but know it ain't for sale
I be dreaming 'bout balling while driving by the Hall of Fame
And I'm never washed up, 'cause I got more to gain
I ain't saying that everybody gotta love me but
I'ma make it hard for you all to ignore my name
One of one
Never been a one and done
You could bank on me cause I'm more than worth the money son
They say "you going crazy", I say "I'm having a bunch of fun"
Was tired of the everyday struggle I had to pump it up
I need a parachute, I been killing it from the jump
I had to learn the ropes now I can double dutch
I keep it a hundred like four quarters and I come in clutch
I kept the pot cooking so it wasn't luck
Yo
I'm going after the bag I deserve
I always knew I was a goat, but I just had to be heard
You know the saying that nobody's ever fed a closed mouth
I'm tryna make that good bread like Texas Roadhouse
Me and all the homies plotting, staying patient, laying low
You aint seen the last of us like you don't pay for HBO
I never play the radio, I'd rather play myself
I'm hotter than ATL or better yet the gates of hell
Anything I'm on is getting torn like an ACL
I ain't scared of any man I'm just afraid to fail
But I know how to take a L and take it well
You could feel my soul when I spit it, but know it ain't for sale
I be dreaming 'bout balling while driving by the Hall of Fame
And I'm never washed up, 'cause I got more to gain
I ain't saying that everybody gotta love me but
I'ma make it hard for you all to ignore my name
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Writer(s): Talbert Swan
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