F.O.B nigga, funds over buns
(Gotta get that boy a CCM, 100 bands)
Gotta get that money, you heard
Look, you know the more money we make, it's gon' be more problems
That's no problem, cause we don't make excuses, we just go solve them
Ridin' round with that drac, started from the bottom
Them killers close, my name ringin', I ain't gotta call em
Beat his block, ain't tryin' beatbox, like Spotemgottem
They wanna see me fall, it ain't even autumn
Lost too many to the system, we just tryna dodge them
We don't cooperate with 12 unless it's Aaron Rodgers
All these niggas, they my son, I'm just a bad father
You could catch me cuttin' up in traffic like a bad barber
A fan just text me on the gram, told me go harder
Motivation for the city, told me I'm the hardest
Say he waitin' on me to drop, cause I'm his favorite artist
Ain't bout who the toughest, it's bout who the smartest
Who gon' last the longest, who gon' go the farthest
I could take some more L's, cause I'ma win regardless
These streets don't love a soul, that's why a nigga heartless
I was dead broke, young nigga starving
I watched niggas eat in front of me, I shoulda robbed em
Ain't tryna talk over the phone, this rappin' is my calling
If everybody play they part, I know we could all win
Ain't been the same since I viewed my brodie in that coffin
Too much pressure in my lungs, that why I be coughin
Heavy drinkin', overthinkin', I be smokin' often
If you a soldier, throw a P up
We hustlers with discipline, ain't f*ckin' up the reup
On pace, on race, nigga, we ain't tryna keep up
Standin' ten toes down, just so ma could put her feet up
I've been coolin', watch me heat up
Crush some grabba, roll the weed up
Spark it up and cut the beat up
Stand on business when we meet up
And for Poppoe, I'ma T up
They don't support, but they watchin' every move
Cause they really wanna be us
Nigga, you ain't grind with me
No, you can't shine with me
Tryna touch money, then that's fine with me
Better hit up, Flip you wanna sign with me
On the stage with Nine, I had the nine with me
You know I gotta tuck in case they try and get me
I peep suspicions, get defined quickly
Before I go, somebody dying with me
Can't trust a soul, feel like they try and get me
First mind first, then keep mine with me
Soulja steppin' frontline with me
Just keep it real with me
Is you still with me?
Would you die for me?
Could you live with me?
Never know when I'ma need it, I brought the steel with me
Aint gotta tell me keep it real, that shit instilled in me
I don't f*ck with niggas
I'm a hillbilly
A million dollars worth the game, I brought Gil with me
This for the souljas that was marching in the field with me
Full of blessings, but sometimes you know I feel empty
(F.O.B)
This for them souljas, man
You know
I just be talkin' my shit, you know, for the youngins and shit
Came up how I came up and shit, you know
Tryna motivate them young niggas, man
Young souljas and shit, man
Tryna motivate my city, you heard me
F.O.B, nigga
Big TDF shit, you know what I'm sayin'
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F.O.B nigga, funds over buns
(Gotta get that boy a CCM, 100 bands)
Gotta get that money, you heard
Look, you know the more money we make, it's gon' be more problems
That's no problem, cause we don't make excuses, we just go solve them
Ridin' round with that drac, started from the bottom
Them killers close, my name ringin', I ain't gotta call em
Beat his block, ain't tryin' beatbox, like Spotemgottem
They wanna see me fall, it ain't even autumn
Lost too many to the system, we just tryna dodge them
We don't cooperate with 12 unless it's Aaron Rodgers
All these niggas, they my son, I'm just a bad father
You could catch me cuttin' up in traffic like a bad barber
A fan just text me on the gram, told me go harder
Motivation for the city, told me I'm the hardest
Say he waitin' on me to drop, cause I'm his favorite artist
Ain't bout who the toughest, it's bout who the smartest
Who gon' last the longest, who gon' go the farthest
I could take some more L's, cause I'ma win regardless
These streets don't love a soul, that's why a nigga heartless
I was dead broke, young nigga starving
I watched niggas eat in front of me, I shoulda robbed em
Ain't tryna talk over the phone, this rappin' is my calling
If everybody play they part, I know we could all win
Ain't been the same since I viewed my brodie in that coffin
Too much pressure in my lungs, that why I be coughin
Heavy drinkin', overthinkin', I be smokin' often
If you a soldier, throw a P up
We hustlers with discipline, ain't f*ckin' up the reup
On pace, on race, nigga, we ain't tryna keep up
Standin' ten toes down, just so ma could put her feet up
I've been coolin', watch me heat up
Crush some grabba, roll the weed up
Spark it up and cut the beat up
Stand on business when we meet up
And for Poppoe, I'ma T up
They don't support, but they watchin' every move
Cause they really wanna be us
Nigga, you ain't grind with me
No, you can't shine with me
Tryna touch money, then that's fine with me
Better hit up, Flip you wanna sign with me
On the stage with Nine, I had the nine with me
You know I gotta tuck in case they try and get me
I peep suspicions, get defined quickly
Before I go, somebody dying with me
Can't trust a soul, feel like they try and get me
First mind first, then keep mine with me
Soulja steppin' frontline with me
Just keep it real with me
Is you still with me?
Would you die for me?
Could you live with me?
Never know when I'ma need it, I brought the steel with me
Aint gotta tell me keep it real, that shit instilled in me
I don't f*ck with niggas
I'm a hillbilly
A million dollars worth the game, I brought Gil with me
This for the souljas that was marching in the field with me
Full of blessings, but sometimes you know I feel empty
(F.O.B)
This for them souljas, man
You know
I just be talkin' my shit, you know, for the youngins and shit
Came up how I came up and shit, you know
Tryna motivate them young niggas, man
Young souljas and shit, man
Tryna motivate my city, you heard me
F.O.B, nigga
Big TDF shit, you know what I'm sayin'
(Gotta get that boy a CCM, 100 bands)
Gotta get that money, you heard
Look, you know the more money we make, it's gon' be more problems
That's no problem, cause we don't make excuses, we just go solve them
Ridin' round with that drac, started from the bottom
Them killers close, my name ringin', I ain't gotta call em
Beat his block, ain't tryin' beatbox, like Spotemgottem
They wanna see me fall, it ain't even autumn
Lost too many to the system, we just tryna dodge them
We don't cooperate with 12 unless it's Aaron Rodgers
All these niggas, they my son, I'm just a bad father
You could catch me cuttin' up in traffic like a bad barber
A fan just text me on the gram, told me go harder
Motivation for the city, told me I'm the hardest
Say he waitin' on me to drop, cause I'm his favorite artist
Ain't bout who the toughest, it's bout who the smartest
Who gon' last the longest, who gon' go the farthest
I could take some more L's, cause I'ma win regardless
These streets don't love a soul, that's why a nigga heartless
I was dead broke, young nigga starving
I watched niggas eat in front of me, I shoulda robbed em
Ain't tryna talk over the phone, this rappin' is my calling
If everybody play they part, I know we could all win
Ain't been the same since I viewed my brodie in that coffin
Too much pressure in my lungs, that why I be coughin
Heavy drinkin', overthinkin', I be smokin' often
If you a soldier, throw a P up
We hustlers with discipline, ain't f*ckin' up the reup
On pace, on race, nigga, we ain't tryna keep up
Standin' ten toes down, just so ma could put her feet up
I've been coolin', watch me heat up
Crush some grabba, roll the weed up
Spark it up and cut the beat up
Stand on business when we meet up
And for Poppoe, I'ma T up
They don't support, but they watchin' every move
Cause they really wanna be us
Nigga, you ain't grind with me
No, you can't shine with me
Tryna touch money, then that's fine with me
Better hit up, Flip you wanna sign with me
On the stage with Nine, I had the nine with me
You know I gotta tuck in case they try and get me
I peep suspicions, get defined quickly
Before I go, somebody dying with me
Can't trust a soul, feel like they try and get me
First mind first, then keep mine with me
Soulja steppin' frontline with me
Just keep it real with me
Is you still with me?
Would you die for me?
Could you live with me?
Never know when I'ma need it, I brought the steel with me
Aint gotta tell me keep it real, that shit instilled in me
I don't f*ck with niggas
I'm a hillbilly
A million dollars worth the game, I brought Gil with me
This for the souljas that was marching in the field with me
Full of blessings, but sometimes you know I feel empty
(F.O.B)
This for them souljas, man
You know
I just be talkin' my shit, you know, for the youngins and shit
Came up how I came up and shit, you know
Tryna motivate them young niggas, man
Young souljas and shit, man
Tryna motivate my city, you heard me
F.O.B, nigga
Big TDF shit, you know what I'm sayin'
Writer: Javas Jackson Jr.
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid