F/O (feat. Adisa & All Smiles)

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hpfmav and Knvcklehead

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Uh, mhm, uh
Haha, uh, yeah, yo, yo, yo
Horns poking through that shit just like a demon
Walking around, got my crown, know that I'm fiending
King of this shit, I'm the man of the hour
Why you looking at me like you sucking something sour, bitch, bitch, bitch, yo, uh
Doors open, fall out, she lookin for me, come on down
It's the brand new show in town, big boy like Kevin Owens now
Baggy boy just caught a body, and we too hot, sprinkle the sriracha
Rolls Royce bumping that Sinatra, off to the banks just like Sasha
Baggy head that's my partner, money under bed in my apartment
Come on girl, this how you want it, I'm in love with you if I keep 100
I got the bag and I never fumble, and I keep it royal if you wanna rumble
Keep me happy and I'll try to f*ck you like the animals swinging in the jungle
Aw, nah, this ain't how I am on a regular day
I'm just feeling you in particular so let me just try to say
My, my, my, my, you looking mighty fine, in my direction, I caught you smiling
I can tell you have particular talents, getting to me isn't much of a challenge, uh
And I can sense that you're feeling me, no, it's not just the villainy
You seem to agree that maybe we're each other's cups of tea
Now, when I let you in my vicinity, I must decree
From the, west side of the P-h-i
Between where it's do or die and it's gentrified resides
A young nigga with no chain and no rings
Who came in to this world at the same time as the cold vein
Since that day, they knew he was the one,
The only son, no idea who he is to become
And it took a bit for him to reach the expectations
Grew through all the pain that comes conjoined with maturation
Talking mental degradation, suicidal ideation
Lucky to be loved by people who have patience
Adisa, yeah, he the prince of the city
And he too hard to touch cause he's just that pretty, so
Get used to him cause he'll be here for a while
And you motherfuckers aren't even ready for Smiles, check it
Biting on the bullet, I'm the leader of the movement
All our scars lined with gold, use kintsugi as our slogan
And I'll never be your token, I'm the motherfucking trump card
Hottest little nigga you done seen up in the courtyard
I'm rocking with young Rico and Baghead
And yeah, we be them niggas dropping bombs over Baghdad
The feelings so sour cause we stay spitting acid, we planned it
Unlike abortions, I'm still born, I'm Christlike, I'm nice right
Talk to the blood like you in the midst of a bullfight
I let you kiss my ass then catch a glimpse of the hindsight
But now I'm getting much too vulgar, I'm in need of a couple vultures
Feel like what's good, punching boulders, I am Yahweh, strong as soldiers
Born to lead, raise the bar, come to fight, shoulders broad
My, my, my, I'm always making niggas bawl
It's the same damn shit every single day, It's the same misfits still running your fade
It's the same bullshit every single day, It's the same misfits just tryna get paid
Just tryna get, I'm just tryna get

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