Fitta Happier (feat. Guilty Simpson & MED)

Hey yo! ...let's go! I'm a fugitive, running form my past How long will freedom last? I'm swinging knuckles of brass Motivated, hustle for cash I'm puffing the hash, Leave a rapper on the ground with his jugular slashed And laugh at him, it's humorous A lot of MCs got one style, me I got numerous I stand out, so nobody is confusing us I'm way better, cold winners beige leathers Black pistols, red eyes, blue jeans White widow caked up, new green! Travel across borders across waters Being short on my cash flow is a tall order! Your style's shallow like fountains when they toss quarters Wishing the way to be the pick in the day Mother fuckers will care to hear the shit you would say I step through the door Sharper than a blade form a Moor Success be more like the... What a mess! I ain't gotta brag when I double cash! Come easy like a breezy with a troubled past Still, by popular demand Return like a shirt when you wore it with a tag Still found in the C-U-T Eyes low, tae bo, no SUV C A to the D, what up? talk shit The shoe fit, equipe Get your tongue shoot string damn Stay sound, as I crack jaws You lock doors! We break through the boards in the drywall By far we the highlight You want an extra catch shade from the spotlight, right No pressure, respect just the best To headline the bill like rent from your next check! M.E.D