famgoon

I’m going hard right now, shout out to Maro

She keep telling me she wanna link, I told her send her pin no Bowlero

I’m 17 want a Trackhawk, I was 7 wanted a Camaro

And it’s hard to get distracted cause this road I’m walking down narrow

They pointed fingers at me like a arrow

I got the game in a headlock

I’m making hit after hit like its baseball, should’ve played for the Red Sox

Don’t care about your name or your favorite color just get to taking your pants off

Everyday I got up went got it, couldn’t wait for nobody, couldn’t ask for no handouts

Oh you liking the new music? That’s cool

All bout the green like bamboo

Sticking together like Famgoon

She gone do what she do ion say nothin’ to her

I be letting these thoughts get to my head, I hope they don’t lead me wrong

I know folks want to see me dead, I hope they leave me lone

Yea my heart chrome it’s gone

All in this world alone

Gotta understand it’s me and this mic

Only thing I got is these songs

It’s time to man up and stand up, in a few months I’ll be grown

They got they hand out, like back up

I got it all on my own

I like the sound of the beat, I’m finna go hard, it get to speeding up

Jaguar, no one keeping up

Whole Gang, no one deep as us

I know they hoping I change

I know they want me to switch sides, they want me to switch on my gang

I’m really one of them ones deep down I got to sit and remain

I’m not a amateur

Whole different caliber

I’m a different domain

Ima drive the hellcat like I stole it

I just got a rental for the weekend

But the way I’m driving you think I own it

You can’t give me advice

I’m already knowing, I promise I’m already on it

They keep saying I sound like what’s his name

But I even know you can’t clone me

In this world yea, it get lonely

Even though these girls be on me

Even though I feel that fake love, even though I know it’s phony

And the way she plays games with me you’d think my name?

Yea soon I’ll be home

Yea soon I’ll be there

Yea soon I’ll be gone

I don’t know how to feel forreal Throwing shots, let me know what it is

I swear everybody moving weird

They dropping salt in my ears

You can diss me all you want but I’m still richer than my peers

How you dissing on me don’t got mo money?

We gone slime him out and leave his nose running

Yea

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I’m going hard right now, shout out to Maro

She keep telling me she wanna link, I told her send her pin no Bowlero

I’m 17 want a Trackhawk, I was 7 wanted a Camaro

And it’s hard to get distracted cause this road I’m walking down narrow

They pointed fingers at me like a arrow

I got the game in a headlock

I’m making hit after hit like its baseball, should’ve played for the Red Sox

Don’t care about your name or your favorite color just get to taking your pants off

Everyday I got up went got it, couldn’t wait for nobody, couldn’t ask for no handouts

Oh you liking the new music? That’s cool

All bout the green like bamboo

Sticking together like Famgoon

She gone do what she do ion say nothin’ to her