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Jah Fetti

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Uh, its fetti bitch
Talkin' my shit per usual, givin' it to em raw
They don't feel it, they don't feel it, man, f*ck em
Uh, its fetti bitch
Uh, listen
Grabbin' bags from my man, tryna make myself a profit
Even though I went to college, that ain't how I get my knowledge
I was raised in them streets, bout respect, I get it poppin'
Shawty be all on my beef, but that bitch be homie hopping
But, she don't really want me
See the racks in my Ksubis, niggas hatin' on me
And they mad I made a new me
I am not a Muslim, still got all my Koofie
Got the chicken right, now we swimmin' in the blue cheese
Drink in my cup, help me keep my feelings tucked
I don't wanna fall in love, I ain't tryna open up
I remember Linking bitches, they ain't even let me f*ck
In the crib, I was stuck, tryna make a quick buck
Niggas hatin' on me, I could hear em in the background
They don't really know me, they don't really know my background
If you wanna get it, then we fightin' like it's Smackdown
Full court press, I'm on they ass, I won't back down
Back now, and they got me in my bag again
Pullin' up, entertain the talk, like what's happenin'
Growin' up, you either playin' ball or you trappin' it
Lookin' up the big bro, cause he really stacking it
Every time I open up, they try to take advantage
Every track I'm goin' up, a nigga been advancin'
Banger after banger, Fetti got the people dancin'
A new life I'm glancin', gotta take them chances
Grabbin' bags from my man, tryna make myself a profit
Even though I went to college, that ain't how I get my knowledge
I was raised in them streets, bout respect I get it poppin'
Shawty be all on my beef, but that bitch be homie hoppin'
She don't really want me, see the racks in my ksubis
Niggas hatin' on me, and they mad I made a new me
I am not a Muslim, slip out on my Koofie
Got the chicken right, now we swimmin' in the blue cheese
Blue print, got a plan, time to execute, shoot shit
Yeah, them reapers come to execute new friends
Yeah, that's somethin' that a check a do, old friends
Why they left and now they textin' you, so sad
It don't make sense no more, they mad
I ain't pickin' up calls, showin' them off
Chillin' no more, its shit I gotta do
I ain't droppin' the ball
Grabbin' bags from my man, tryna make myself a profit
Even though I went to college, that ain't how I get my knowledge
I was raised in them streets, by respect I get it poppin'
Shawty be all on my beef, but that bitch be homie hoppin'
She don't really want me, see the racks in my Ksubis
Niggas hatin' on me, and they mad I made a new me
I am not a Muslim, still got on my Koofie
Got the chicken right, now we swimmin' in the blue cheese

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