K.J - F.P.O.T. (feat. Coach Q) Lyrics

This is a story all about how A boy got his way and he came from the south
You better watch what you say, that's no doubt
Got K to the letter, J watch your mouth
Everything that we do, we gon' win it Got five to the one, two to the twenty Remember F-P-O-T, he living ya, F-P-O-T
This is a story all about how A boy got his way and he came from the south
You better watch what you say, that's no doubt Got K to the letter, J watch your mouth
Everything that we do, we gon' win it Got five to the one, two to the twenty
Remember F-P-O-T, he living ya, F-P-O-T
Fresh Prince of Texas, and I'm getting lit I'm like Big Sean, making hits on hits
Walking around with all this drip I'm so hard, and I'll never quit
This ain't MMG, but I feel like I'm the biggest boss
So many blessings, gotta thank the men on the cross
All my L's stand for lessons, I never take a loss
Haters think that they spitting facts, but it's always false
Austin, yeah, that's where I started out
I'm the Prince of Texas, but I'll be King of the South
Be the next Slim Thug or Pimp C, the legends of Texas
And I'm grateful for all these blessing
I've prepared for the worst, but I keep on praying for the best
As long as these days go by, I got no regrets
Being the best as long as I keep up the grind
And just like a shooting star, I'm gonna shine
This is a story all about how a boy got his way and he came from the south
You better watch what you say, that's no doubt
Got K to the letter, J watch your mouth
Everything that we do, we gon' win it
Got five to the one and two, take a turn
Remember F-P-O-T, he living, yeah
F-P-O-T
Keyon got my back, mm-mm
Closer than butter like that, mm-mm
When I say he fresh prince the one like no other, yeah
We hitting three, spread the bag, you know that's my brother, yeah, yeah
God is good, God is great
He really make a magic place
Come my direction, you stay
Down in Texas, we relate
Watch out for trouble, that's right
M-O-K on Saturday
Come and chill with us today
Come and chill with us today
This is a story all about how a boy got his way and he came from the south
You better watch what you say, that's no doubt
Got K to the letter, J watch your mouth
Everything that we do, we gon' win it
Five to the one and two, take a turn
Remember F-P-O-T, he living, yeah
F-P-O-T