Lyrics:
The F.A.H
You'll see why
Q.U
Double E.
N
Is the reason I must be myself
What else?
Well fame hasn't got me
Souped up
Selling out
Sloppy or poppy
You get no Vette and, if I could stay leaded
I'm leavin' rappers one-legged from fakin like the prosthetic
You're artificial by cripple, rap is like
You get no Vette and, if I could stay leaded
I'm leavin' rappers one-legged from fakin like the prosthetic
You're artificial by cripple, rap is like
the decision was right
I want us both to live our best lifes
I dont think thats by each others side
I dont hope so
I am hopeful
That we
Will
Regrow now
the next day and start all again
Life ain't no game you just start and reset
Me knowing sh*t I had played by myself
Not carrying child I don't need no stress
to the C-H
clright
P to the S to the Y to the C-H
I sneeze, you bless, I ask “why you calling Jesus?”
Pleased with the jest? Pass by, don't greet him
the H-Town, H-Town Yeah we coming from the H-Town,H-Town
Yeah we coming from the H-Town,
Cause we coming from the H-Town,H-Town
Yeah nigga yeah
Took so many
crazy than a painting by Van Gogh
For me is not easy to go out of control
I'm just glowing out from the SHADOWS
JUST GLOWING OUT FROM THIS H*ES
For me
You know what it do, me and you we're not the same homey
Always grip the tools, fire off and they go bang homey
We're not the same homey
I keep them
All of these bitches that be around me it fell like a loop
All of my Brodies gon ride with me and we keep a tool
You hear my exhaust
I got a new whip
a ripstick (on gang!)
Run up get smoked like a Winston
You date that h** she burnt out like an incent
Strap is on me I won't miss s***
Not stuntin' yo n***a
Ok
W-H-A-T-E-V-E-R
It's whatever
Ima do this til my dick can't get hard
I feel no pressure
Fuck a price tag
I just swipe the card
Like a pepper I'm
Tyaaa
I was bossed up
24 hours in
Tryna get on my stage
Cause
You aint with the sh*ts
I was bossed up
24 hours in
Tell em
Get out my face h**
You
2.5 million years ago, a friend of mine
Made a tool from a stone and defended his tribe
It's technology, sorry for the technical term
It's
Throw that NO up
H-Town down
That's for my homies
That's for my rounds
All that heavy syrup sippin'
Clout by the pound
Keep that candy paint
I know the poet's mind
I get the artist's eye
With you by my side
With you standing by
H-H H-H Hey!
H-H H H-H H
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
All I can see is
a nigga tools to make sure it could work.
Now I ball for real
Either I'm in the gym or in the house
Jumped off the porch but went back when my brother went
me? They all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like testing Ev' defeats the purpose
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women
On a roll
On a roll
I've been on a roll
Loving you yea, it took its tool
On a roll
On a roll
I've been on a roll
Loving you yea, it took its tool
My
drove by his house, so who you tryin' to dial
If you're lookin' for an answer, you're probably gonna find it now
And to the man in the hat standing
And that glock gotta flrrd
That's that mf switch
Man these boys ain't on s**t
They be cap as a b***h
Ran this s**t up by self ain't need no hand outs in this
jechać, gnać
c G
By oszukać szczęście swoje.
H e
Górę złota Tobie dać.
The F.A.H
You'll see why
Q.U
Double E.
N
Is the reason I must be myself
What else?
Well fame hasn't got me
Souped up
Selling out
Sloppy or poppy
trappin' by my old school
But now I'm makin' hit's off of Pro Tools
(off of Pro Tools)
Found out I took yo' bitch
But that's old news
Now a nigga up, she
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