FWM Lyrics

Live for the money I

Got no time for these niggas

I swear to god

Got my mind on my bitch

And on getting high

Every day it be lit

Cause I keep the fire

See I'm never gon switch

Unless it's the iron

Don't be surprised

I don't say much but will give the evil eye

Niggas haters and don't even need a why

Fuck a favor unless you was down to ride

Or by my side

When the going got tough

No one there to find

But I never gave up

Always on my grind

And I don't give a fuck

Must be numb inside

From tears I cried

Many days it felt like I was loosing mind

Looking for an escape I can't even find

They switching moving different

Clear to see

Just pay attention

Out here trying to take the vision and make it they own

Might of fell off

Or they tripping

If they think that we gon kick

The fuck is they on

I'm out here on this lil mission

Doing this independent

Got niggas and bitches out plotting against you

No matter the play nigga hold your position

30 that go in extension

Got me feeling like I'm Curry

I shoot I ain't missing

I'm been known to keep them distant

Watch the company you keep

Most these niggas be snitching

I been known for fucking bitches

I been known to be a menace

They calling me Dennis

Niggas cap like a fitted

Niggas act like they with it

But they be pretending

Saying it's been a minute

I hear that a lot

Niggas be trying to trick you out ya spot

Want what you got

Out here calling you homie

Fucking with me

And you really don't know me

Fucking with me

End up leaving you lonely

Be on the scene ain't no tell what I'm holding

All that I need is a reason to pop it

Don't make me squeeze lil nigga

Just stop it

Saying it's been a minute

I hear that a lot

Niggas be trying to trick you out ya spot

Want what you got

Out here calling you homie

Fucking with me

And you really don't know me

Fucking with me

End up leaving you lonely

Be on the scene ain't no tell what I'm holding

All that I need is a reason to pop it

Don't make me squeeze lil nigga

Just stop it

Here for the paper

Fuck being famous

Writing these lyrics for my entertainment

It's therapeutic working for the anger

No matter the movement

Nigga staying dangerous

I keep the tooly on me like I'm maintenance

Be quick to pull it do not test the patience

Be quick to use without hesitating

I carry the Ruger like it is my baby

Carried you too but it's clear to see what you about

Didn't take much to figure you out

Trying to make moves for a better me

Still there's no doubt that I stop and air a few out

I keep the heat cause I know what it cost

Got it for cheap I'll help you get it off

Nothing for free in these streets

Got to eat in these streets

Ain't no one gone help you be a boss

Saying it's been a minute

I hear that a lot

Niggas be trying to trick you out ya spot

Want what you got

Out here calling you homie

Fucking with me

And you really don't know me

Fucking with me

End up leaving you lonely

Be on the scene ain't no tell what I'm holding

All that I need is a reason to pop it

Don't make me squeeze lil nigga

Just stop it

Saying it's been a minute

I hear that a lot

Niggas be trying to trick you out ya spot

Want what you got

Out here calling you homie

Fucking with me

And you really don't know me

Fucking with me

End up leaving you lonely

Be on the scene ain't no tell what I'm holding

All that I need is a reason to pop it

Don't make me squeeze lil nigga

Just stop it