F.T.S.
IDK Young J.
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Watch how I get to the green, counting cheddar, keeping it clean Niggas ain't seen what I seen, shit get bitter, Bon Appetit Home was a terrible scene, tryna escape was a tenable thing I wasn't even a teen, wishing I could intervene I was like five, already losing my mind Father was never too kind I was like nine, mental was on a decline Still told him my mom I was fine By seventeen, I hated being alive Couple of times that I tried Two times ten, sometimes it's better inside Sometimes I wish that I died I would admit that my mind was a pit and they told me to pray Man, this shit is odd How could you see that I'm living like this And expect me to keep a belief in a God Dad was a preacher, he talked about Jesus But that wasn't shit but an evil facade Father, forgive me for I may be sinning But I'm only doing this shit for the squad That's why I stay on the grind That's why the cash on my mind I want the people that's doubting me now To see me and hear me outside Only the strongest survive Well, just take a look at my life They want to know why I'm working so hard Boy I do this shit for the squad I do this shit for the squad I do this shit for the squad They want to know why I'm working so hard Boy I do this shit for the squad, aye I do this shit for the squad I do this shit for the squad They want to know why I'm working so hard Boy I do this shit for the squad Rappers don't know that this shit not a metaphor When I tell y'all that I'm ill Where I called home was a literal war zone That's why this beat is some drill Earliest memories with my paternal Was him almost having me killed They say that life is a journey But when I was born, I was dropped at the foot of a hill I had to climb since I could work on my feet I had to stand in the heat Momma was trying but by the time I was 8, I was mentally like 23 I was a kid watching my friends reminisce bout all the shit that they did I would just laugh smile and move on from the topic 'Cause I didn't know what it is That shit was wild, happiness wasn't allowed Everyone had to be down I was a child but I was forced to mature, 'cause my dad beat that baby shit out And every time that he did it he made sure to tell me that It was the will of his God 'Cuz in his mind, it was crazy To think of a preacher considering sparing the rod That's why I stay on the grind That's why the cash on my mind I want the people that's doubting me now To see me and hear me outside Only the strongest survive Well, just take a look at my life They want to know why I'm working so hard Boy I do this shit for the squad I do this shit for the squad I do this shit for the squad They want to know why I'm working so hard Boy I do this shit for the squad, aye I do this shit for the squad I do this shit for the squad They want to know why I'm working so hard Boy I do this shit for the squad
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