F2 Lyrics

Okay I pull up to his block and they all know the name

Pull up to his block and they all want the fade

That boy a clown

He a goofy

He ain't allowed

To make a movie

You ain't even proud

She yo groupie

Step up to the mound

You can't get through me

Snitches get stitches

Thank god for the blessings

But I ain't religious

From rags to riches

I pass the tickets

He pass the minutes

I stack the digits

He mad the limits

Are passed the ceiling

And he hate the feeling

Of me just winning like yuh

Livin' my life like a dub

Shawty you know what's up

Know i just ran out of luck

I just made a song but got a quick buck

I just be rappin' out my mind

Haters gone tell me its a waste of time

With invasive mind

And a place of mine

Wait up

Lemme talk back

I be countin' these racks

They don't know where to go

There don't know where I'm at

LIKE DAMN!