FDO (feat. Droy)

I show off my cards, My opps be escaping You show off too much homie stop with that faking been broke for too long, think its time for some makin I slay you so hard I'm the last one that standing We lookin for Kills man we comin for you This 42 glitz fitting perfectly on you I saw opportunity, I hopped in the stew Ion need no one else, it's just me n the crew I get them fast like the speed in my raps Corny industry game yo this shit full of rats I'm changing my flows but I keep all the facts Bro I Drift these Miata's and still finish tracks And i keep me a bucket to fill in the cash One hit doesn't matter if u working like trash Keep on finding yo crew in dead hand of the past If they bring me to marvel swear I'll shine in the cast Swear I'll reach the top, Make my enemies flop Man I got me a chain, Icy blue like a cop Once I'll learn how to gain, swear I will never stop I gone pop the champagne, soon as this shit will drop I'm not Pac or Jermaine, but still keeping them shocked And its hard to explain, why I'm still the same fuck My mind stuck in the game, still they say it was luck Get the fuck off my lane, fore This glitzy get cocked We fight about money and power, meanwhile there are massive of terror in cities We watch what celebrities doin all day then complain why the life that we live is so shitty I'm cooking the chicken with sauce it gets juicy I'm tasting the pussy, fish from Yamaguchi I'm sipping the rusty, she flexing with Gucci I'm stealing yo bitch, take her to Chattahoochee Hey yo look Building up level by level Aim high i don't wanna settle I spit as fast as mo Ali back then When he used to wrestle The bigger glory you get Also decreases your circle The sweetest end to your story Must go through wars with the devil All week i guard our navy Still didn't hopped in a vessel I want a dinner with Jay Z I hope that he wouldn't cancel I do the rap game for me I'll never ask for a shekel You haven't heard about me yet? You'll see me launch like a missile Once I'll learn how to gain, swear I will never stop Speeding at night, get in a chase with the cops I'm playing for keeps like LA and Rondo Not a regular rapper got the sauce no Tabasco Pack a cop everyday like some meat in a Taco This ain't hard to believe from the streets to the Condo You know that I'm Jewish coming straight from the ghetto I'm not here to play with your heart like a Lego If you knew I was struggling why didn't you say so My knife peeled your skin off your body like a mango still carry my stick wherever I go, the streets like a game We just tryna score goals, I got the whole squad packing With polls, never fold under pressure got to stick to da code, Blade heads like a barber leave them waving like rod, Not an emotional killer, My heart turned to be cold I keeping it real ain't talking shit when my mouth full of gold Selling gas in da streets while my opps getting rolled Bitches calling my phone like they carry my son Shooting rounds not my semen but thanks for the fun Always packing the heat not my meat just a gun No COD sending them headshots call it one hit and you done Not an emotional figure but rip to king von Didn't born in 6 hunna but with them till I'm gone If I fuck with you Imma stick to death and beyond Cooking up in the studio ain't talking about no Filet Mignon, Ain't got no cent but hold the 50/50 shots inside my mac, Got couple Glocks with switch and titties type a shit to raise a track, if you want beef come get this big mac popping like a Ticktack, stretched up never leaned back, packed up and prolly get yo shit snatched, cut the beat shits end up pretty bad, I dissed y'all you cant be this mad