FBM Lyrics

Fbm running a bag, a couple times I went broke chasin my dreams

I been the type when I find me some game, bring it back to my dawgs so they could all they eat

Still think about them all of them nights had my back to the wall, whipping the jetta on E

In the back of that bitch, I was laying my head, hit I made me a bed ain't have nowhere sleep

Jesus turned water to wine, I turned nothing some, now my people could see

Built me ark then I threw them a raft, when you at sea you know this shit could get deep

Member streching out my last, down on my ass, look what I made in a week

Now I'm just packing my bags, smoking on gas, probly' somewhere on a beach

God why they hating on me

Why they ain't cherishing me

Know you ain't make em like me

Hard to compare em to me

Glad that you made me a G

Know they can't take that from me

Look at this paper on me

I'm gettng straight to my cheese

Soon I get out my sleep

Five percent black out the jeep

I'm tryna visit Belize

I'm tryna switch out the vs

Scoping a crib in ibeza

Remember was bagging them gs

That went to pushing them ps

Now all the money been clean

Still deal with the ptsd

My daughter ain't got to see shit that I seen

Crazy to think now we living our dreams

Crazy to we ain't ain't stressing a thing

No mhm

Fbm running a bag, a couple times I went broke chasin my dreams

I been the type when I find me some game, bring it back to my dawgs so they could all they eat

Still think about them all of them nights had my back to the wall, whipping the jetta on E

In the back of that bitch, I was laying my head, hit I made me a bed ain't have nowhere sleep

Jesus turned water to wine, I turned nothing some, now my people could see

Built me ark then I threw them a raft, when you at sea you know this shit could get deep

Member streching out my last, down on my ass, look what I made in a week

Now I'm just packing my bags, smoking on gas, probly' somewhere on a beach