Fge Cypher (feat. $avage & No Fatigue)

L-D shit ****

M-O-B shit ****

Young **** bought a bag I was trappin' hard way before the booth, ****

Drug deals, hand in hand, I could turn a half ounce into two, ****

Who the fuck is you, ****?

M-O-B, no new ****

Up the burner, no construction worker when I put this hammer to your roof, ****

I'm strapped, I might clap, no I will clap, but believe that

One in the head, Imma squeeze that

I been cocked, like T-Mac

Fly guy, where your wings at?

Bitches love me like I sing pop

Wanna be fly, let that thing pop

Give a **** wings like Wing Stop

Forty cal that's always

Nine milly with the green dot

Two guns, so that's two buttons at the same time like a screenshot

He got that steel with him

Every **** with him gon' drill with him

Long clip, thirty rounds for 'em

Dig a hole in the ground for 'em

Send a **** to the heaven gates

Tryna cross eyes like Kevin Gates

Choppa sing like Mary J

Hit the full house except Mary Kate

Growing up in that Section Eight

Coming home late like everyday

OG told me pray for the better days

Now it's 14 karats on my bezel face, squad

Wings up

It's No Fatigue

I'm gonna make y'all remember that

Let me take over real quickly

Get in my glo for a minute

Now these **** sour like lemon

A dog but no coward up in 'em

He think he Superman, he got that Howard up in 'em

I groove, Austin Powers up in 'em

Stand tall like a tower

Spray at his head like a shower

Like Lucius, want all the power

Yeah

**** pockets get slim

They start acting shady

Like Eminem, **** crazy

That's why bro said always keep protection and let it blow like the A-C

If bro fuck around, put holes in him, squares, yeah, just like a crate B

Been blowin' gas, been blowin' on Caseys, I be so high I'm at safety

Put holes in that boy like a basket, hope that you back 'em

He could take five like the Jacksons, on a rampage like Jackson

I'm at the top like a caption, just listen here

I'm in control, I like to steer

I like to switch up the gear, wait till I drop like a tear

Swear I be fresh, this what I'm rockin', no chair

If she like to trip, then she not what I like, tell her to exit like the top right

Like an officer tellin' the truth, I swear this lil fifth that I copped, right

When your chick see me, she stare, like she was testin' her eyesight

Give me brain, then just leave the skull, so yeah, I know what her mind like

I'm flyer than any handout, I'm tryna see what her friend 'bout

Yeah, I'm the shit, what you sayin' though? Like a bright color, I standout

They throwin' shade like a lamp now

Bitches pissed in public, like Lilly

'Cause I'm fresh as fuck, like Billy

Nowadays, these hoes silly

I just tell 'em pop it like a wheelie

Your bitch let me hit like a single, she not even single

I won ****, bingo, that's how you know she not a keeper

If you want a feature, pay me like a meter

Slide in, no skates, come up, no gate

In her mouth, Colgate

Lotta numbers, no safe, run up on me, more tape

Montana 300, ****, you already know who it is

Base's loaded in this bitch

Ah, this is the shit that them hater never wanted to happen

I'm quarterbackin', I get to snappin', I'm more than rappin'

I'm more than greatness, I'm Kobe Bryant and Jordan clashin'

No, they can't stop me, I'm scorin' backwards, I'm pourin' passion

If shorty yappin', then shorty cappin' and want that action

My .40 blastin', them bullets singin' like Toni Braxton

Say you gon' murder me, I do that first degree

Them bullets inside my clip extended, like, thirty deep

I murk you quick, I'm Montana from planet Mercury

Come out the cut like a doctor, masked up for surgery

I'm goin' in, I'm good from wherever like Stephen Curry three

Take your life, call that burglary, white sheets on you turn burgundy

Your bitch sensin' my currency, feel me like she searchin' me

Shawty mouthin' me perfectly, my dick turned into Hercules

Come with that bag if you plan to purchase a verse from me

Got bills to pay and two kids to feed, I don't work for free

I'm who these labels can't stifle, rap god, I hold the title

Ghostwrite for God like the prophets that wrote the holy bible

I'm Satan's rival, if it's despiteful, that's suicidal

You got dead homies, I reunite you, don't mean to fight you

But watch who you lie to, once lightenin' strikes you dead on arrival

This king of pop, call me Michael, his P-Y-T could die too

But I turnt his hoe into my disciple, she said I'm vital

Cockin' his bitch like a rifle, ride me like motorcycles

Ralph Laure, Jordan's, bandana on me, I feel like Ryu

My **** fly, too, it's F-G-E, we his hops revival , god

Yeah

Belly of the beast

They don't know they in deep

Wait until they find out

But my appetite great

I'll escape eatin' it from inside out

Then I'll take a flight

Free as a dove

Free as a pug

And all I need is G-O-D in my gun

While I reach for the sun

They say screws loose, where the Phillips at?

Found boltcutters where the fence was at?

Yeah, the killer free, they tryin' get 'em back

Want me in the trap, but never been a rat

Lord have mercy on who in my path

I'ma be strong, no tit for tat

I'ma spray on 'em, then pray for 'em

When I send 'em to you with the gift of rap

Yeah, peace of mind's what I get from rap

Sleep aside, I forget to nap

While they snooze on me, I two-step with that move on me

Till I rule, homie, let 'em woke up to a new king

Now they tryin' to learn how I do things

But all you need to know is two things

God first, then Hoop Dreams

Know the haters reachin' when they can't steal

They gon' try to block, but I can man up

I jabstep, might drive hard, I uplift, then slam dunk

Yeah, Vince Carter my problem

Bitch, I go hard for my dollars

It ain't no problem for them commas

You gon' know stars from them comets

It's a hard for for that fake shit, it's makeshift

The real gon' last forever

Better know the position you play in

And stop actin' like animals

Don't y'all know they live to get us caged in

For nothin' got the real rollin', ****

And we ain't never been cavemen, nah

Thought we came from the stone age

Cold days with the stove blazed

Crack pipes with the old tape

With the cokeheads with the snow face

Heroin, watch 'em nod off and their nose drain

Holla if you know that road rage

But out the concrete, a rose came, god