Far fetched Lyrics

Oh yeah, yeah, ah, oh yeah, yeah

Dip hoe in the B

Die for mine, I got a shine, and bitch I'm gon' take all

Big brother used to sell crack on the corner, he used to put that shit in his drawers

Had to stack them fuzz first, now your ass certain

Man, lil' catty fell off, get you two 16s, probably cook one and sell the other one straight raw

You don't know shit what I seen, I saw, brother just died, know what I lost

My pain get deep off the tears I fall, and you can get killed off the diamonds you bought

Folks go speed and just drop that load, play by the rules, I'ma stick to the code

On that cop, better clutch you a pole, he only 14 and he playin' with his nose

But on the same man, he'll take him a soul, call it shat rack, but we call it the gold

Oh, oh, oh, cash just died the other day, and I'm like, no

Oh, oh, oh, sometimes I don't understand this place, I don't know

No, oh, but I'ma get mine regardless

These niggas be laying behind this fame, knowing that's your favorite artist

Gotta watch these niggas, they starving, gotta watch these niggas up in the cut

They gon' use you as a target

No, I'ma get mine regardless

These niggas be laying behind this fame, knowing that's your favorite artist

Knowing that's your favorite artist

But we call it the gold

Cash just died the other day, and I'm like, no

Oh, oh, I'm like, no

Oh, oh, oh, oh