We Here
I feel like they not really hearin' me, so I gotta show em we here, F1 n***a
You know what I'm sayin'
Ayy, Nelo, you know how we do shit
F1, we here
Got a monkey on my back, n***a, I'm tryna get it off
I pay whatever fucking price, get a n***a, knock him off, n***a
I'm tryna figure out how the fuck you mad I made it, n***a
I'm the realest you ever seen
All them bitches look down on me, tryna treat me like I'm dirty
Same' bitches that a drop that neck and get a n***a clean
I took two years, went to college just to get a piece of paper
My n***a never went to college and he still got a degree
I was walkin' cross that stage, shakin' hands at graduation
My n***a standin' up in court, say, fuck the judge, ain't takin' pleas
I get chills when I hear the operator
I'm already pressin' 5 before the bitch could even speak
I'm so used to jail calls, I don't know no other number
My n***a home, and I still got da number, save, I can't delete
I left the city, came back, it's overwhelming
Still got a couple, I'm tryna put em underneath
Still got a 9 to 5, but now I'm fuckin' with that rapin
Makin' n****s piss they drawers, from poppin' shit up on these beats
I told your bitch that I was him, she ain't believe me
I made Jesus walk on water, n***a, just so he could see
Bullets burn like holy water in a fuckin' exorcism
If I ever catch my n***a tryna cross me like a T
I run with 2 k's, masked up at night, I look just like the Klan
Cause if the 3rd K come out, we just gon' hang him from a tree
What the fuck, I look like trickin' on a hoe to let me fuck
When before this rap shit, them hoes was suckin' dick for free
You don't need eyes to see, I'm standin' on that business
You can feel the fuckin' pressure on n***a's neck under my feet
Shoes marked, left on his head, face purple, eyes closed
Paramedics tryna resuscitate his ass, but he won't breathe
I'll take my fuckin' life before you take that shit from me
N****s crashin' out for free, but I'mma pay to keep it clean
Always keep a straight path, they think a n***a homophobic
Double cups and dirty crush, the only time you see me lean
When I'm posted out of bounds, F1 militia with me, n***a
And everybody got a mask on, so you won't even know it's me
I'm taxin' n****s like the Lord, just to live up on this land
Evict a n***a, quick before lil brah could notice it was me
I wasn't raised to be no sucker, so you know I'm sucker free
I wasn't raised to be no hoe, so ain't no n***a hoeing me
Bitch, I'm destined, set the bar, and I did pull-ups on it, n***a
Fuck the booth, you n****s need to hit the gym, you n****s weak
Y'all be rappin' about the same shit, everybody sound the same
But when they hear F1, we here then everybody know it's me
I'm the one that everybody lookin' on to make it happen
Think I need a Tempur-Pedic, I can do this in my sleep
Yeah, F1 militia, we here
Know I'm sayin, man, shout out Nelo, man
Build this shit from the ground up
Stand up, n***a, salute
We here, n***a
We here, n***a
We here, yeah
You know what I'm sayin'
Ayy, Nelo, you know how we do shit
F1, we here
Got a monkey on my back, n***a, I'm tryna get it off
I pay whatever fucking price, get a n***a, knock him off, n***a
I'm tryna figure out how the fuck you mad I made it, n***a
I'm the realest you ever seen
All them bitches look down on me, tryna treat me like I'm dirty
Same' bitches that a drop that neck and get a n***a clean
I took two years, went to college just to get a piece of paper
My n***a never went to college and he still got a degree
I was walkin' cross that stage, shakin' hands at graduation
My n***a standin' up in court, say, fuck the judge, ain't takin' pleas
I get chills when I hear the operator
I'm already pressin' 5 before the bitch could even speak
I'm so used to jail calls, I don't know no other number
My n***a home, and I still got da number, save, I can't delete
I left the city, came back, it's overwhelming
Still got a couple, I'm tryna put em underneath
Still got a 9 to 5, but now I'm fuckin' with that rapin
Makin' n****s piss they drawers, from poppin' shit up on these beats
I told your bitch that I was him, she ain't believe me
I made Jesus walk on water, n***a, just so he could see
Bullets burn like holy water in a fuckin' exorcism
If I ever catch my n***a tryna cross me like a T
I run with 2 k's, masked up at night, I look just like the Klan
Cause if the 3rd K come out, we just gon' hang him from a tree
What the fuck, I look like trickin' on a hoe to let me fuck
When before this rap shit, them hoes was suckin' dick for free
You don't need eyes to see, I'm standin' on that business
You can feel the fuckin' pressure on n***a's neck under my feet
Shoes marked, left on his head, face purple, eyes closed
Paramedics tryna resuscitate his ass, but he won't breathe
I'll take my fuckin' life before you take that shit from me
N****s crashin' out for free, but I'mma pay to keep it clean
Always keep a straight path, they think a n***a homophobic
Double cups and dirty crush, the only time you see me lean
When I'm posted out of bounds, F1 militia with me, n***a
And everybody got a mask on, so you won't even know it's me
I'm taxin' n****s like the Lord, just to live up on this land
Evict a n***a, quick before lil brah could notice it was me
I wasn't raised to be no sucker, so you know I'm sucker free
I wasn't raised to be no hoe, so ain't no n***a hoeing me
Bitch, I'm destined, set the bar, and I did pull-ups on it, n***a
Fuck the booth, you n****s need to hit the gym, you n****s weak
Y'all be rappin' about the same shit, everybody sound the same
But when they hear F1, we here then everybody know it's me
I'm the one that everybody lookin' on to make it happen
Think I need a Tempur-Pedic, I can do this in my sleep
Yeah, F1 militia, we here
Know I'm sayin, man, shout out Nelo, man
Build this shit from the ground up
Stand up, n***a, salute
We here, n***a
We here, n***a
We here, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Dimetri Graham
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