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Fye

by 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 fuck whid dha brodies, or say fuck 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 fuck '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 Fye Fye Fye Fye, Fye Fye Fye Fye Fye, Fye Fye Fye Fye Fye, Fye Fye I been poppin' my shit, high as fuck 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 fuck whid yo music Go tell dhem folk ion really give a fuck 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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