Staying Power

Lately been feelin' like niggas doubt me Trust me, they don't got no staying power Left Atlantic, 'bout a minute later Every record label try and scout me Representin' all official niggas Intelligent, fly, and get bitches nigga I tell her to fly, she catch a Delta Or she RHO, or she get to steppin' AKA, I be speaking wreckless '07 my Supreme jacket AKAs at Virginia State My second year, I tried to get one pregnant Early bird, that was Petersburg Now, my little bird fly to Teterboro Halliburton full of Blues Brothers Ain't no Akroyd or Belushi neither Paranoid, so I'm drinking heavy Hearing voices, I don't sleep heavy Had a choice, I can turn a back? I be runnin' back for a team or something Kick return, wide-receiver money Now, I'm sneaking burners in the club I'm not concerned about who beefing with us I can give 'em words, I could beat 'em up Rap dudes, I'm Zab Judah Hook, cross, jab, jab through em' Uber X, I'm in a Maxima She was in Maxim mag, she got a attitude, uh But, I'm cool though I'm not a little nigga tryna big boy I'm like the outcast of the new school Spent about three stacks on a Bitcoin, ayy I got dick for her You a simp, why you gotta buy a gift for her? Might buy me a 'rari, you buying Foamposites And walk around like we ain't different Shit, y'all just Instagram Shit, y'a just Twitter shit, yeah I ain't about to tit for tat, but nigga check the map Guess who put shit there? Me, Folarin I got her, and I can outrap my opponents And I'm not too popular, Media treat my passion like a hazard or something Y'all get the handoff and fumble it Me, I get it and Alvin Kamara it Simple city niggas wild with me, so you outta town niggas humble it Gassing on beats, and I look sweet The homies is homonyms out in these streets You probably is wondering what do that mean? I ain't too deep, but I ain't too deep Sweet I am the legend niggas trying to be Went to Portland before I signed with my team Niggas couldn't fly on they feet Never that broke shit applying to me Forever that dope shit, it run in my blood like I'm sipping mud And tired and sleep We laughing at who thoughts, it's quiet for me I quietly quietly built my empire, to set afire to the rivaling teams I'm a lion, you are just a feline Devour anybody bothering me Blood on my teeth All of my queens got blood on they sneakers All of my women be loyal and honest I take 'em all shopping then burn the receipt Who fucking with me? Nah really? Who fucking with me? Folarin, the godbody flow The godfather himself Rest in Peace to Chuck Brown He said, "Young man, when it's your time, You'll have the whole nation's capital and the Surrounding towns and boroughs to be following you Well you and I know its only kinda true It's more like, "You shining lil dude, See see there a lot life limits about to come through, But if your run Joe, and bust loose and grind, grind, Grind, them lemons are set up, you will get sa juice" And I got that now Flex attitude made her drop that down I'm off that brown I'm from uptown In the school of Maryland, guess I'm from there now Hol' up, yeah, I don't care though You an H&M nigga, a banana ho You a lil bamma nigga with no real dough How you got a landlord and a Lambo? Hol' up Y'all can't tell me shit If your bitch is always on my dick Spent about 240 on my wrist Every time that I record, I'm lit, uh Ask money, ask money Ass bet, go 'head, mask on me Actin' gig from Judd Apatow It's so funny, I'm fly from my "crashing" gig Maxfield, tryna see how fast it burn In the field like a running back or somethin' I got the passion in me, just got a bag to push it 'Cause y'all rappin' niggas ain't really rappin' good I'm gone, Folarin I got it, and I can out-rap my opponents Niggas do not want no smoke with me Nicotine patches on raps and my poems Somebody tell 'em I'm back in my zone Olu back in his zone So I'm back in my zone, hold it