Fuze - Activated Lyrics

I'm back on my shit
I'm back in my mode
I'm going all in
I'm not finna fold
Yeah it's been a drought
But a young nigga cold
If you running your mouth, find my dick
You know where it go

I'm back on my shit
I'm back in my mode
I'm going all in
I'm not finna fold
Yeah it's been a drought
But a young nigga cold
If you running your mouth, find my dick
You know where it go

Nigga I'm activated
Sick with the shits like a mf cancer patient
I shouldn't have to say it
But nigga you know I got eyes like the mall surveillance
Yo shorty playing you my nigga I hate to break it but she play me on her playlist
Now I got that bitch wrapped around my finger like I bought her a ring or a friendship bracelet
Victory yummy, tasty
Some say it's bittersweet
To me it's like a pastry
Cuz I'm getting bread
You heard what I said
Young nigga get rich like nutrition, grainy
I'm not with the friendly-friendly if you really fake
And when you do come around you flaky
Find me with a crazy lady making Vegas babies
Long as what happens stays in Vegas

I took a hiatus
Felt I couldn't get creative
Felt like I got lost in the matrix
Almost let it die but I saved it
I picked up the ball after chasing
I brought it inbounds and I played it
A nigga had too much at stake to keep it a buck, the rest in my savings
A nigga had too much at stake, to be honest in this field I'm so used to slaving
I said I had too much at stake so I cut the beef and handed out plates man
I just wanna be a free agent again like AJ and the Baltimore Ravens
I'm tryna get back to beasting on these beats on a regular basis
I heard that niggas been waiting on me to go crazy just like Kanye is
I swear I'm so dedicated I stay on my grind like I been skating
No cap
A lotta yah flexing all over the place like you swear that you made it
You giving the real ones a bad look
When I make it I won't get complacent

I'm back on my shit
I'm back in my mode
I'm going all in
I'm not finna fold
Yeah it's been a drought
But a young nigga cold
If you running your mouth, find my dick
You know where it go

I'm back on my shit
I'm back in my mode
I'm going all in
I'm not finna fold
Yeah it's been a drought
But a young nigga cold
If you running your mouth, find my dick
You know where it go