Fa We We Freestyle

Stuntin' on these niggas every one of them

Ralph Folarin via untouchable double M

Genius, no bleachers, floor seat us

Dope thoughts, that guap, pray for Adidas

Twelve lines that can melt minds when it's hail time

That's why these bitches goin' down boy, I should sell sly

Lil sly fly nigga, my nigga

And this rap shit a circus I only ride for my niggas

And I know I use the n-word too much, and the b-word too much

I know I seem like I'm lunchin' but let me see

I make a dam by taking beavers to lunch

Suck your teeth all you want boy, your joint on my jock

Every nigga with commercial success is getting closer to helping mama go further from them

What's the purpose of working if you ain't touchin' the kids

What's the purpose of respect if both your mamas in debt

Dreamed of video vixens, verses on Drama cassettes

Now these ganstas is grillin', although they gotta respect

Good in all regions, the strippers say I'm G cause I tip 'em

I'm talkin' G shit, and a nigga on repeatin' the trap

Shoutout to NO, on the for real though

The ho tellin', card 'em like incidentals

And I ain't even playin', this game is so mental

You keep talkin' 'bout potential, your career's an intro

And now cho keep his mouth closed

Just that flow he throw around be sellin' out shows

Life crazy, couple statements can buy you Mercedes

Quit your hatin' now baby that ain't how God made ya

Yeah I get it, want the best for my niggas

Few chains, more whips nigga, dominatrix

I said that before, but I'm more relevant now than when I said that before

When I left after school, a lot said I'd be broke

Allah knew I'd be good, so now I'm blessin' the folks

Try to stunt on my haters, give these young niggas hope

And with this drive I will traffic intellectual dope, you know

Aight, keep it goin', keep it goin' fuck it

Cause I'm the best with these quotes, don't be respectin' these hoes

She in the books, I'm in her head, that's no telepathy though

Can't stand it, nigga's famous, they can't mess with me though

They need to let that boy cook, I got that recipe, hold up

Who not respectin' me, confront me when correctin' me ho

You pull a string that says oh, I make a symphony with phones

Orchestrate how I do it, off the top we official

Not a opera at all, but I'm in a Phantom with bitches