f t . f o r t i t u d e Lyrics

(Mic check one, two) Midnight moods

I seclude at the crib, so glued

Mind grew like fortitude for the tunes

Subdue fools who tryna intrude

Dudes still getting middled like interludes

Thots consumed

Out this cocoon finna bloom

So surreal Wes Pha-rrel up in Neptune

Interject, sexing in jets soon

George Jetson, kicking you bitches out my space

Stay awake, in the wake of greatness

Sick flow, rhyme cold, still no patience

For those all spitting the same shit

So lame and basic, they faking

Just wanna be famous and

Claiming they paid

Like them slots out in Vegas

I'm Sick of em talking

They all just Tik Toking

And quickly forgotten

Just rotten, and spreadin' their toxins

It's really a problem

Like dog food in Paulding

Thinking you poppin' for copping n' robbing

Just leading the youth to their coffins

Stuck in a rock and a hard place

Movin weight only way to move away

You ain't deranged

Don't rap the same

Ya whole façade is fake

Ha ha, fucking lames, yea

Been moving things

But Been doing me

Cash don't rule a fucking thing round me

Ay, been moving things

Never things move me, oh

Cash don't rule a fucking thing round me

Ay, been moving things

Never things move me, cuz

Cash don't rule a fucking thing round me

Round me, (Round me) round me

(Round me ay) Cash don't rule a fucking thing round me

Round me, (Round me) round me

(Round me) said

Cash don't rule a fucking thing round me