Fucc Um (feat. Nipsey Hussle & Freeway)

Yeah, we know you're used to puttin' work, that's sold

****, and we seen your paperwork, you told

All these **** either sniffin' glass or they livin' off the past

That's why I'm blowin' money fast with my bros

Lately, I been seein' **** sell they soul

How you catch a case and bail out on parole?

I been state-to-state, gettin' money on the road

Had to re-evaluate who I could talk to on the phone

Switch it up

Spit the game, pay attention, you should listen up

Follow code, and one day, you gon' get rich as us

Seven digit street ****, that ain't rich enough

Forty million on the crib like that **** Puff

**** buyin' yachts, **** buyin' jets

Make me wanna buy the block just to re-invest

Know my young **** catch it 'fore there's nothin' left

Bury me the realest ever did it, yeah

Hopefully, my day ones will remember this

Keep that shit a hunnid one until the death

Even when I'm gone, they'll say I never left

Lookin' at the whip like, "Man, glad I never quit"

Half my **** with me, thought we'd never hit

Stickin' to the script, yeah, we should never switch

All my role models doin' sentences, yeah

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Fuck each and every one of 'em, I fear none of 'em

Frank Lucas, push his roof back in front of 'em

Leave a **** toothless when it comes to the loot

I go stupid with the butt of the gun, know where I'm comin' from?

North Philly where Frazier and Muhammed sparred

Last name Akbar, they callin' all cop cars

When they pull you over, they might shoot you over

Movin', knowin' that we true men, they know who we are

They took a kink from us, they X'd Malcolm out

You kiddin' me? I did my own black history

Studied Illmatic, raised the roof out

Yeah, that's the main reason why these rappers can't get with me

Fuck 'em all, I hear a whistle, know it's time to ball

Y'all **** throwin' fouls, but y'all don't wanna brawl

How you goin' to mission with no vision?

Fuck Stevie's lack of sight, look at Stevie's ambition

We hood **** that did it

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Yeah, different **** now that my pop's gone

Low tolerance, promise he'll get popped on

Microwave, the bullets soundin' like popcorn

Grind heavy, the cops come or the rocks gone

Same **** 'cept with the times, change

When I couldn't get money, I used to find ways

Countin' thousands off of cavy in the hallway

It wasn't long 'fore I figured out crime pays

We still in search of them bright days

Dark streets, only light when police raid

When **** stress out, and let the shots off

Lost scan, like a skillet, it'll pop off

I hit the ave and post with the uncut raw

Sacked it up and told **** I had the Kate Moss

Nothin' fancy, protect myself with the eight ball

It wasn't easy, I had to hustle on high pause

Bury me the realest  ever did it, yeah

Hopefully, my day ones will remember this

Keep that shit a hunnid one until death

Even when I'm gone, they'll say I never left

Lookin' at the whip like, "Man, glad I never quit"

Half my **** with me, thought we'd never hit

Stickin' to the script, yeah, we should never switch

All my role models doin' sentences, yeah

Fucc um all, fucc um all, fucc um all (Yeah)

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