Fritzo Mode ft. Mr. Fritz Lyrics

Straight out the gutter

I pray that my mother could see me stunt hard on you niggas

10,000 hours

Run me my flowers

Way too bizarre for you niggas

You closed every door in my face, yeah

Said I ain't have what it takes, yeah

Now I'm feeling like one of the greats, yeah

I'm guessing you made some mistakes, yeah

Eyes on the prize

Done put my life on the line

DNA different design

M's on my mind

Me and my friends in the grind

Won't stop till everything's mine

And I go hard for the city want hundreds

And fifties and everything else in between

And all my niggas that's with me got scars but we litty

Can't no one else fuck with the team

Straight out the bean, just had a bill and a dream

Go get a deal with the team

Mills with the team

Tizy and Dom and me

This shit is prophecy

Know what I mean

Niggas ain't stopping me

Pretty bitches acting awkwardly

Plenty ops but they can't talk to me

And this just the start for me

Oh oh

Pour up a Drink

Roll up the stank

Fuck it, we celebratin

Return of the king

Come Kiss on the ring

The fuck was you thinking

I've dealt with the pain

Done walked through the rain

Still got blood on my wrists

Got me feeling insane

It weighs on my brain

But still I'm persistent

Got so many foes

Wanna fill me with holes

It's a blessing I'm breathing

And nobody knows

How I keep so composed

Nigga, not even me

This shit just feels like a calling to me

Iluhdis the army, be all you can be

I promise you don't want those problems with we

Cause there ain't too many come larger than me

All this back... and forth... oh my just stop with

All this back... and forth... or I will stop it oh oh

Oh oh

All this back... and forth... oh my just stop with

All this back... and forth... or I will stop it oh oh

King of the

No... wait

King of the

Wait... no

King of the

Used to wanna be King of the city but niggas just kill me

I can't get along with no niggas I keep it as real as it gets

But music and money be stuck on my mental all day

So I had to come back on my shit

Man on a mission to put on the niggas that stuck

By my side when I just wasn't feeling it

Shit's really crazy, I'm after it daily like ok!

I'm OJ, you knew I was killing it

Fast forward so many years I spent

So many hours just tryna repent for my sins

I was a bastard, but still gave you so many classics

That I done lost track of my wins

Tryna chase M's a nigga lost so many friends

But fuck it that's life in the hood

Hustler's spirit I'm cool and I'm fearless and feel this

I won't ever stop till I'm good

Fuck you hoes, never feed a bitch

I'm the best don't need a reason, bitch

Plenty love to that nigga Stizz

Every season my season, bitch

Plenty haters, I ain't gotta lie

They be like "he's a greedy bitch!"

Ain't no bragging, I ain't gotta try

I chase the dough and I knead the shit

Way too many wanna see me fail

Either music or do crazy shit

Either way my niggas gon prevail

I'm tryna win like Tom Brady bitch

You ain't seen me doing bad yet

Michael Jackson back in 86

I'm as wavy as wavy gets

Even Amber Heard I'm on some crazy shit