Fear No Man (feat. Ex Global, IMP THA DON, Krish & Wordz)

Yeah Yeah, yeah All of that money All of these clothes All of these bitches, yeah Ice on my lobes And this big ass crib that a young nigga live in, yeah That shit don't make me who I am That shit don't make me real That shit don't make me who I am That shit don't make me real, yeah Yeah He chose her, but she chose me Yeah he don love her, she always lonely All these hate, it's hard to know me But I go, like I'm Kobe I've been waiting so you can show me, that you can All I know you phone me All those racks, all those hips, all that shit I've never had That shit don't make me who I am That shit don't make me real And now I'm booming like I'm Metro, like I got a deal He know I'm gone, I hope you take the time to really heal And now I'll suffer till the time you come up to the hills It's all about you, you, you and the shit that you do, yeah It's all about you and the people you choose to be around you, yeah It's all about you and paying your dues, man it's all about movement Yeah, its all about you and the shit that you prove, my nigga just do it, yeah If you want it, go and get it boy it's yours (boy it's yours) We've been bothered I ain't switching on my dogs (on my dogs) We done made it from the bottom, nigga we on, yeah I ain't never going back, nigga we gone (nigga we gone) All of that money All of these clothes All of these bitches, yeah Ice on my lobes And this big ass crib that a young nigga live in, yeah That shit don't make me who I am That shit don't make me real That shit don't make me who I am That shit don't make me real, yeah Got these nikki ass bitches out for me No I can't move like that, I hope they won't be cuffin me Got me a chosen few, a young nigga maneuvers properly Yeah, can't believe it They all around me getting too close, they all tryna take a picture Yeah, pose for the camera, click that shit Don't make me who I am (no) That shit don't make me real, that shit don't make a young nigga Krish Knew I'm a star, back when they ain't knew who we are Snakes they hissing from a far, stay prayed up I hope they starve Fear no men, but God himself Still the hottest on this shit First tape went number two and a young nigga ain't rest yet I get why these shy niggas steady out here clown fishing I get why these these bitches teaming up steady trying to pull missions Yeah, they ain't got banging accounts, they ain't got realing amounts That's what they tripping about, yeah You know I had vision about, we taking different rout Thank God we figured it out All of that money All of these clothes All of these bitches, yeah Ice on my lobes And this big ass crib that a young nigga live in, yeah That shit don't make me who I am That shit don't make me real That shit don't make me who I am That shit don't make me real, yeah Yeah, my momma always told a nigga one thing, yeah If you want it, go and get it boy it's yours