FYE!

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Smoke so much fye, I got hell in my lungs
Wake up repeat, bitch I'm high as the sun
Yeah, we pop out with fashion, we relate with guns
Deliver like tree, cop a glock and a drum
Feel like I'm crazy, I'm tweaking so gon' get me high
Doctor said "here, some new pills gon' get by"
Dropping them pills in the couch
Said it won't save 'em, got go, gotta bounce, 'cause lil' bitch yes I'm fye
While you dropping your best
It ain't better than my worst 'cause I'm fye
22 hundred tap in multiply
With a poke in my bag for them bitches that cry
Passing shit 'round in my town like a virus
That green gotta blow, blowing smoke in your iris
Oh bruh, did that burn?
Blowing that smoke out my nose didn't burn
Yeah, your credit disearned
You a bitch in my town, feel like Arnold
I'm smoking my stoggie wherever I want to
All of your people gon' flex on the gram
Then go pose up person, they alias is gone too
Had to go break out the system, I kill all the symptoms
I can't keep on crying and playing the victim
You motherfuckers talk on the same fucking plane
And they act like they going to two different places, the f*ck?
Uh, wake up
Uh, wake up
Playing my shit on 300, so wake up
Gotta wake up make a trill then get caked up
Ain't against you, it's just me, Ima rank up
Wah, ha ha ha ha
Breaking in, all of y'all feining
Drop my last track, get a k in a weekend
It's all part of the plan, told my brother I'm geeking
It's crazy, it's off of the map like a deacon
Smoking my ganja, ain't no one gon' touch me
I'm so fucking fye, you can feel it, it's seeping
Labels be turning they heads, while I'm turning the heads of these snakes
Break 'em all down, it's whatever it takes
All in my thoughts, no applause for the fakes
All up on gas had to break off the breaks
'Cause we all of the map, sayonara, you late, damn
Benzes, big body's and GLEs
I'll get it all, no facade in my energy
Hop out that bitch, with the sun and the treasury
I got it all with a choppa, you 'member me?
This called that fye, that's what I am
Pull off go fast, swerving lanes in a jam
(Yeah, I pull off go fast, swerving lanes in a...)
Why he talking on the gram, quit it, go ahead and be smart
Always talking tough but he gon leave it when the beef start
I can never fucking focus need to fucking restart
Hit you with the fist, you keep a gun beside your weak heart
People talking tough, you ain't even been in a fry
Passing all my tests, brought the paper they thought I lied
I been a better rapper, just wasn't filled with that pride
Hear another fucker, keep crying on how he died
Think that it's funny, yeah
But you running round chasing that money, yeah
While I'm rapin these verses, get money, yeah
Boy just stop all that talk, where the funny at?
Might just rip off the roof, grab a money stack
Finna pull off the engine, go to the max
Look at my wrist, got diamonds they all in black
It's so funny when I move, they move exact, yeah

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