F.A.M.E ft. Jeri Newton Lyrics

I said, I really hope you get the message

Should've been here for the last session

Five years of heat in my past sessions

They pray that karma get me cause the law didn't

I don't even trip like I lost footing

I used to middle man my nigga fo' the law booked him

Shout out to the Merc and Brownsville, Brooklyn

Messiah in the Mecca, y'all just lost, shook ones

You shish kabobs, I'll cook up till I rest with the tulips

Speaking with no hiccups, I'm on they ass like some pull-ups

Niggas from the mud, they stepping out like the Ku Klux in all white

My niggas in off-white, me and God tight

Like mob wives, spaghetti and sauce right, nothing costs life

My goals come with them red flags and it's on sight

They ride for me like black pegs on a lost bike

I was once 21 in blackjack when I rolled dice

And I really hope you get the message, my nigga

You should've been here for the last session

Newton was spitting bars, adding pressure