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Foolio

Foolio is a musical artist known for his contributions to the hip-hop and rap genres. He has gained recognition for his raw and compelling lyrical style, often discussing the realities of street life and his personal experiences. Foolio's music is characterized by its gritty production and authentic storytelling. Overall, Foolio is a talented artist who has garnered a dedicated fan base with his unique approach to music. more »

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Demons in me
Voices in my head just like Randy Orton
I roll with them smackers
We get active just like Rick and Morty
Wanna have my baby, girl you crazy
Pay for that abortion triple cross
Go against the gang then
It's straight extortion
I'm the quarterback cause I'm the one
Who put the play in motion
Choppa beat box, SpotEmGottem
I'ma close his curtain
Remember I was broke now I'm in
My bag like a Birkin your face card dirty
Mine shit cleaner than some dish detergent
Screaming "f*ck the opps"
Shout out my block we
Tighter than somе virgins
He a double felon back on thе 'Gram
Boy we know you working
I hear one more diss about Lil
Bibby then we fucking purging
My favorite opp in jail
I'm mad he had to hang up his jersey
Stolo car riding, bitch we sliding
Back to back again
And if I shoot my Glock then
K4 gon' shot that F&N
CoJack that's my cousin
Stonyhearted that's my fucking twin
Ain't nobody perfect on this earth
We was born to sin
Hit they block let's spin a
Benz, f*ck it bro, let's spin again
50 Cent
Got many men coming to my city checking in
Last nigga dissed on the 6 we had did him in
He jumped in the water with my
Sharks but he couldn't swim
Bitch I'm clean as f*ck from my
Tape up to my pinky toe
Opp hoes love us why you think
We always got the lo'?
Knock em down back to back to back
Like three times in a row
Jit, look at the sco
It's like six to our thirty-four
I'm callin' all the plays
Watch the cameras feds did a raid
I'm cut just like a spade, like a blade
So stay out my way
You can die today if your stupid
Ass diss on Trey 8
Niggas acting fake in my face, tryna hit my J
Bitch let's get it rocking
Let get it popping on my side of town
Young jock it's going down
Just like It you a fucking clown
He jumped off in that water
Will startled and he fucking drowned
My shooters just like rumors
Just like Ubers cause they get around
Lullaby, we laid him down, King 6
Give me my crown
I heard that boy got kidnapped
We call that one opp, "lost and found"
You know what the 6 about
Doin' fraud just got a route
Got the drop, we stakin' out
Sent 50 shots all in his house
I feel this pressure, I press the issue
We poppin' shit like acne pimples
My heart cold like it's December
In DurkWorld with my real members
In VanteLand they real hitters, you a bitch
You a real jizzle
6, I'm a certified hitter
We beat blocks like instruments
Like Pennywise, you a fuckin'
Clown, my Rolex shit, bust down
Opp's block on shut down
Why everybody on hush now?
Why everybody so quiet now
Why yo' whole family cryin' now? In beef
It ain't never over but sometimes
It be dyin' down
Funeral houses and court days
Bro finna beat the court case
Ridin' round with a AK
Heart broke 'bout Kendre (Kendre)
Police killed my son-son
I heard you out on a bus bond
Dracos, got ARs, got Glocks
Boy, we got guns, guns
Boy, you ain't gon' stretch shit
Niggas know we reckless
Snatch a rap nigga's necklace
Like the FCAT, we test shit
Nigga, you don't wanna beef
With us, f*ck nigga, you ain't street as us
Back in the day, you was a lame nigga
You was scared to hang on the back of the bus
Aaron died, my heart crushed, book 6
We turnin' up
Book a opp and we shot it up, nigga
We got our bodies up i get green, 2015, boy
The whole gang we was Mollied up
Boy, you better not start with us
You ain't even got heart like us vVS buss
(Buss) , Glock on tuck (On tuck) 
I just called
The play (Aye) , down, set, hut (Down, Set
Hut) i can't wife no rabbit, that lil' hoe
A mutt, I'm KD in the clutch
You on that dust
I'm Trey D with this choppa, You junior
I'm your father
My dreads hangin' like Rasta
I'm cut just like a barber
You on the bench, I'm a starter
You grind so I grind harder
You caught a faceshot, damn
You won't see no doctor

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