Ferly Of 175 - FTG Lyrics

Live for the gain
Fight for the peace
Love for the fam and death to enemies
Hussle for checks
Straight outta streets
Me and my brothaz are none of yo breed
Picture me rollin'
I'm rollin' and smokin'
I'm smokin' and rollin'
Picture me rollin'
Bitch, all of my opps
I'll be rollin' and smokin'
They wanna get the respect with no reason
Callin' me hommie then go with sneak dissin'
Better free up our hommies who's locked in the prison
This shit has made us so cold that you're freezin'
Deep in the night me'n my apeh's like scarecrows
Black glock nineteens with the golden extendos
Can't tell the shits that ever been into
Inhale nicotine and exhale out the window
Holdin' my position since twenty one and seven
Cookin' all the bangers and releasin' out the basement
I don't care about the views don't give a f*ck who listens
I'm still makin' money anyways 24/7
Like a seven eleven, I'm talkin' to my depression
Lemme just get out the weapon and I'll be sendin' to Heaven
I'm f*ckin' sickin' tired of money Imma start makin' lemons
Workin' with no rest
Money became an obsession
Live for the gain
Fight for the peace
Love for the fam and death to enemies
Hussle for checks
Straight outta streets
Me and my brothaz are none of yo breed
Picture me rollin'
I'm rollin' and smokin'
I'm smokin' and rollin'
Picture me rollin'
Bitch, all of my opps
I'll be rollin' and smokin'
Picture me rollin'
I'm rollin' and smokin'
I'm smokin' and rollin'
Picture me rollin'
Bitch, all of my opps
I'll be rollin' and smokin'