Fo Five Lyrics

Ain't wanna see em splatted by the Fo Five

Surrounded by the cloud like the old tribes

Living for the flesh really no prize

Why you think we giving up our old lives

What you think the Lord gave me this gift for

What you think he letting Satan sift for

Riches in the heavens what we give folks

Wrestling a angel like the Big Show

Every time he pen it man the hit go

Said it and I meant every riddle

Light or dark you can't be in the middle

Press for my inheritance can't settle

Back then I was ruthless and a rebel

Black is what the pot had called the kettle

Selling pot and my boy was cookin pebbles

Getting low then its peddle to the metal

The opps'll put the metal to your middle

Homies getting played more than a fiddle

Twenty five to life what the judge'll give 'em

Now your caged no more riding to the rhythm

Johnny blaze man on fire how he get 'em

Satan only drop you if you let 'em

Cannon to his dome bruh watch me dead 'em

You'ze a fool bruh if you the one that fed 'em

Ain't wanna see em splatted by the Fo Five

Surrounded by the cloud like the old tribes

Living for the flesh really no prize

Why you think we giving up our old lives

What you think the Lord gave me this gift for

What you think he letting Satan sift for

Riches in the heavens what we give folks

Wrestling a angel like the Big Show

Thank you father

You gave me a new walk

Trained my hands for war

Man them demons getting boo bopped

I was bumping 2 pac tryna find out

Who shot Ya

It was no biggie how we do Ops

Now my team jiggy lately baby

We don't do flops

Jesus washed my soul now it's whiter than the klu klux

Still speaking dark saying tho

cause the true must

Walking in the cool of day

Spirit blew gust

Fire in my belly the blicky

demons you lunch!

Try to keep us captive the Lord rescue like Su Yung

Satan full of crap how you compare Gods riches to dung

Rip my boy Ryan lost his life but too young

Ain't wanna see em splatted by the Fo Five

Surrounded by the cloud like the old tribes

Living for the flesh really no prize

Why you think we giving up our old lives

What you think the Lord gave me this gift for

What you think he letting Satan sift for

Riches in the heavens what we give folks

Wrestling a angel like the Big Show