FTS

It's gon' always be like, fuck the system

Cause I got niggas who still stuck up in em

Big bro all the way around the world, he waitin' for dismissal

When you can't see someone that you love, then you gon' really miss em

I was probably around eight years old when I first held a pistol

Now I got my own, just clean the grains it'll blow you clean like whistles

Tryna run it up and get my pockets fat just like they Lizzo

Nigga I'm official, swear to God, I'm hungry like I'm Hippos

Rest in peace to Hustle, swear to God, he'll pop you like a pimple

If only life was simple, we'd be on Island's tryna do the limbo