FR Lyrics

Open your eyes

World has got you hypnotized

You running out of time for real

Sacrifice your life

The price ain't right

This ain't a game for real

Your TV screen

Tells a vision

That ain't even real for real

To make you think

Your mission

Is just a wishing well for real

We in hell for real

Demons snatching souls

With niggas pointer fingers

Now angels got to keep a pole

Ready for attack

Pack my pack

Pistol intact

It go pap pap pap

Take your bitch

She gone clap clap clap

Man she a hoe for real

Suddenly the thought of me on your screen

Isn't just a dream

Your girl fantasizing

Exercising her demons in my sheets

I'm creating to make millions

You just waiting to make a meme

Rookie look at the King

I never miss a hook call me Kareem

I'm always scheming

I gotta get paid

Your shorty screaming

She want an upgrade

My wrist is freezing

Because I'm Staying up late

It's my season

If I leave the world'll change

If I exit confessions of regret

For not seeing blessings i posses

Come out no exorcist

Perfectionist perfecting excellence

Should be a medalist

You celebrate devilists

Open your eyes

World has got you hypnotized

You running out of time for real

Sacrifice your life

The price ain't right

This ain't a game for real

Your TV screen

Tells a vision

That ain't even real for real

To make you think

Your mission

Is just a wishing well for real

We in hell for real

Demons snatching souls

With niggas pointer fingers

Now angels got to keep a pole

Ready for attack

Pack my pack

Pistol intact

It go pap pap pap

Take your bitch

She gone clap clap clap

Man she a hoe for real

No for real

Most niggas end up dead

Because of a bitch

I'm so for real

Mothers garden another 6 feet ditch

Oh for real

Seeing dead people return like a glitch

No for real

Another hit and run without a pitch

Death became a niche

Cross another God off the list

You had so much potential

The devil found him a rental

In your mind

In you mind

He laughing at the future

He seeing your momma cry

Open your eyes

World has got you hypnotized

You running out of time for real

Sacrifice your life

The price ain't right

This ain't a game for real

Your TV screen

Tells a vision

That ain't even real for real

To make you think

Your mission

Is just a wishing well for real

We in hell for real

Demons snatching souls

With niggas pointer fingers

Now angels got to keep a pole

Ready for attack

Pack my pack

Pistol intact

It go pap pap pap

Take your bitch

She gone clap clap clap

Man she a hoe for real