FWM

I ain't have a coat, it was two hoodies on my back

Ol' was selling weed, I said, "Bro, get me in the trap."

I learned how to flow before I ever learned to rap

Bro be selling coke, but all the junkies want is crack

I was still in school, but I had so much money coming in

Shit was getting hot, but ain't no stopping shit, I'm going in

I had **** looking for RAs, them boys are still my kins

I got **** fiended out at my age, them perkys kicking in

I be sipping lean, I ain't no fiend, but Kev, you really is

I ain't sipping green, a Wockhard junkie, shit, I'll take the Tris

I need me some green, I'm talking money, shit, I'll take the risk

I need me some trees, I'm talking weed, so shit, I'll take the trip

Since I was a youngin', man, you **** can't get as fly as me

I had **** straight from Colorado bringing me some weed

I was just 19, but I felt rich with my lil' couple Gs

It was PRPS before I ever wore Amiri jeans

Bitch, I'm from the bridge, you better know that I'ma come through flee

Bitch, I got my foot on ****' necks, and I can't let 'em breathe

Why they can't count me out? Bitch, who the one? They know it's fucking me

When it comes to rap shit and the trappin', they can't fuck with me

Maybe 'cause I make this shit look easy, they don't fuck with me

Maybe 'cause I'm hiding all my pain, so they don't fuck with me

Please, can someone tell me to my face why they don't fuck with me?

How I feel the biggest in this shit?

Maybe 'cause it's 20 on my neck and on my wrist

Maybe 'cause I'm doing shows without a fucking hit

Maybe 'cause I got your bitch here tryna suck my dick

I ain't have no label meeting, I don't give a shit

I don't get a post up on no blogs 'cause I don't diss

Shit is crazy how they do you when you out the mix

I'ma get this money, best believe I'm getting rich

It could be legit, I'm so close to selling bricks

I could be in Fifth or on Rodeo buying fits

I'ma get it done 'cause for my jit, I never miss

I'ma let it rip, I'm talking switch on every blick