Fye

O. Lew Armstrong

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O. Lew Armstrong


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Been some lil' shid goin' on, and I swear can't even discuss it
But I'm tellin' ya shid really fucked up
Tryna duck all the bullshit that people be throwin, it really ain' love and I know it
Even when they be talking and showin' dhat shid, I can tell dhat dha lil shid be phoney
And that's why I just f*ck whid dha brodies, or say f*ck it and chill by my lonely
Gotta daughter to take care of daily, be workin' alot 
So I always make time for my baby
I'm savin' hardly, but I'm never lazy
Trust in people, I ain' dhat crazy
Get to the money and triple it up and that's just for them days I was stressin'
I ain' give a f*ck 'bout a blessing, or whether I make it in heaven
My demons be preaching, dhey talkin' dhat good shit
Kinda sound like a reverend
I told em' you want it, come get it, ain frontin'
And ain movin' for less than a 7
Down on my ass who gon help me, a lot of people got they hand out
Ya better go get off ya ass and go get it yaself, dhats if ya tryna stand out
Ya really gotta have it planned out, nomo depending on ya mans na
I got up whid Tall, dhats dha fam
We been rockin' dha crowd and roll up in the background
Niggas slick talk on the book when you see em' in public
Dhem boy put dhey head down
Use to hate, heard dhis nigga a fan now

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I been poppin' my shit, high as f*ck when I'm handling business
I stay on my A game
Ain' tellin nun', ion care if I seen it
You know round my way, we don't play games
Drive my own route, niggas scared of the risk 
But they say they want money, dhey too lame
Dha game never changed, dhey just talk too much
I mastered my craft, while I'm smokin' Dutch
Lew dhem folk say they don't f*ck whid yo music
Go tell dhem folk ion really give a f*ck
Ain' gotta talk, my work speak for me
Niggas ain' solid, they see you bags and be all on yo dick like a fuckin' freak
Go back and forth, pussy nigga please
I'd rather go get me some cheese
Set the trap, expose the rats and then we flood the streets
Be myself until I die, I put dhat shit on me
And if ya talkin' shit, just make sure that you say it to me
Dhat pillow talkin' just a sign dhat you a weak bitch
Yo bitch harder than you nigga dhats some sick shit
I paid the plug, slid through the hood and had to double back
Dhat shit like Jordan, Pippen how my niggas slangin' packs
Dish em off like BJ Armstrong when I bring em back
Ridgeway nigga, keep it solid, need no vouch for dhat

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Written by: Omar Lewis

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