Fighters, Flow Biters Lyrics

Looking at my friends tryna get them out this mess

Settlin' for nothing less making my attempts

Searching for my head while I'm in this little sect

Where they lyin' ain't direct behind your back never said

To your face, face

Gettin' out the Mace, Mace

Spray it in your face, place full of hate

Stack it on they plate, sticking up caution tape

And I'm making up the names so they can't ever say I ain't

Getting on top, I'm making a whole pot

so the city won't rot, A milli' afford a lot

Flo Milli y'all are not Like That Bitch stop

Keep it unlocked and I won't ever stop

Don't listen to y'all make 'em say hooyah

All my Fighters, Flow Biters and the whole road

I'mma take over no tryin and show who the goat

Running out of breathe tickin' up all these steps

Hunting out the red living up to the best

Lucky 'nough to see a pen not the one with innocent

One with ink and a message to direct what I think

'Least in a sense beat any men if they seek disrespect

Y'all are weak make amends in the week we ain't friends

Next speak different and I be searching for a end

Looking at my friends tryna get them out this mess

Settlin' for nothing less making my attempts

Searching for my head while I'm in this little sect

Where they lyin' ain't direct behind your back never said

To your face, face

Gettin' out the Mace, Mace

Spray it in your face, place full of hate

Stack it on they plate, sticking up caution tape

And I'm making up the names so they can't ever say I ain't

Looking at my friends tryna get them out this mess

Settlin' for nothing less making my attempts

Searching for my head while I'm in this little sect

Where they lyin' ain't direct behind your back never said

To your face, face

Gettin' out the Mace, Mace

Spray it in your face, place full of hate

Stack it on they plate, sticking up caution tape

And I'm making up the names so they can't ever say I ain't

Never understood why I'm living so good

Homies in the neighborhood lately got it really bad

So I'm picking up the book tryna get up on this bag

Competition got 'em shook, yeah looking really sad

Getting better so fast future got me looking past

The present reinvented becoming a menace

Sentence after sentence the senate couldn't end it or send it away

End up amended today never regrettin' my days

Progression and lessons await testing my mental degrading my state

Medal to medal they grading my play

Pedal to metal I'm leaving the state

Sent into mental leaving this plane

Crazy everyday living life like I never changed

Driven right always living in my lanes

And I fight to gather all the wage that I see in the daze

Maybe just a haze dreaming bout the better days