FFF (Friendly Fire Freestyle)
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Yeah Yeah Ay, yeah I took a minute, I made it my mission to get on a track and proceed with the vision I had me a group, separated, division I had to asses the mess impressing all of my (Whoa) All of my what? (What?) I had a Richard, that Richard was prior the road the I chose The role that I rolling with 200 cities I'm rolling with 200 hours, I'm gaining my powers My sights by a tower, my voice getting louder like- (What?) I gotta flex for the flower The flower ain't powder My hunger a growler I changed, I'm a hunter I'm shell'd like Obama My Cuzzo got thunder There's no going under I'm rapping, you stepping You slept, now I'm repping We got it, I got it, no reverend, we revving I said what I said and I meant it (Yeah) I spit on the mic like a menace (Wait) My take made you sour like lemons (What?) I'm owning my shit, while you renting (Ay) Your girl really blowing, she venting (Okay) I did it in ways I'm inventing (Yeah) You write with a stylus, I pen it (Whoa) Your boy flew the squad out to Venice (Yoo) I got me a spot in the 6ix for the second time Really, this shit be living line Link with the Wiz, gotta say I'm impressed Cuzzo been saying I'm passing the test (6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6) Yeah he the GOAT, but I'll claim I'm the best Chill at the top, leave the crumbs for the rest I never sleep, I plan your regrets You aim for the chest but I'm wearing my vest "Hold on lil nigga. They saying this shit is too elevated!" I ain't sorry that I'm trynna make it, wait I ain't sorry I already made it (Yeah) JP, he got me for life in this shit Jay really hunting, he pushed for the hits (Pushed for the hits) Shane with the bottles, he filling the crib (Woo) Imani the bag, gotta holster the stick See me I'm printing, I'm running, I'm sprinting I'm chasing that bag like I'm Usain I'm flinging No dope in possession but I got 'em squinting They threaten my life, but I'm out here, I'm living I spray with the flow to the dome in this bitch (Yeah) This shit really slapping like Will up in 'Hitch' Don't play with a nigga, I come from the North of my city My neighbours will ride for this, bitch (Bitch) Uh, yeah We pausing, it's positive (Pause it) "X" by the line got a clause in it My niggas revolting, we robbing it (We robbin' it) Hand me assignments, I hand it in (Hand it in) Lots of this shit got my hand in it (Hand in it) Rosie, Madonna, my moms and my momma I swear to the skies that I'll rack up the commas, yeah Yeah Ay, tell me to tell me I told you to tell me My squad be the fam, but nobody outsells me I'm chasing that money like my name be Shelby The Mob be the squad, and we'll never be friendly We ain't friendly, we ain't what? (Yeah) FFF you know what's going on Yeah Brrr
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