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f.t. – john f hennesey lyrics

[intro]
yeah
where i’m from, we don’t live to hustle, we hustle to live
most people’s first words were: “mama, dada” my first words were “f-ck that”
true criminal

[verse 1]
when i die, i’mma come back and be a block
where n-gg-s sell a bunch of crack and keep it hot
now, if you compare me to gats, i’ll be a glock
and if rap was a wrestling match, i’d be the rock
man, picture [?] girl, i’m a s-x soldier
still f-cking with no promotion or exposure
we test coasters, pull out and just roast ‘ya
i got money now, so i keep my tec closer
hate all, paid up ’cause i’m still in the game
i’m just k!llin’ your brain, making sure you feeling the pain
willin’ to aim, six shots fillin’ your frame
i’m doing well, i’d probably sell about a million in change
f.t. spits that sh-t that rearrange your career
you beatin’ me is like the neptune’s changing their sphere
making it clear, f-ck that, blazing it here
n-gg-s want to talk sh-t, so i’m taking it there

[chorus]
there’s a thin line between thugs and [?], drugs and tape
that’s why i [?] with snakes, shoot to k!ll
i ain’t got slugs to waste
it’s f.t. the n-gg- you love to hate
there’s a thin line between thugs and [?], drugs and tape
that’s why i [?] with snakes, shoot to k!ll
i ain’t got slugs to waste
it’s f.t. the n-gg- you love to hate

[verse 2]
n-gg-, i’m too real, do deals under the table
i know a b-tch that’ll let you put a gun in her -n-l
suck a n-gg-‘s -sshole and put her tongue in your -n-l
she’d probably screw you and whoever won in her label
like i said before, burners, i got various ones
but f-ck carrying a gat, ’cause i carry a bomb
and i’d rather be a pimp than a hilarious [?]
you get no p-ssy, you the type to marry a mom
if i saw you in the street i wouldn’t tell you the time
i got the trees though, i f-ck around and sell you a [?]
fake gangsters, claim they pack heat in rhymes but them n-gg-s’ll probably snitch for a [?]
it’s f.t baby! how you gonna doubt the flow
i already blew, you n-gg-s are about to blow
when it’s time for me to leave, imma be down to go
because my flow is like water, imma drown in dough

[verse 3]
when i blow and backed out, it’s a major thing
i make a b-tch wanna throw out her engagement ring
she in love with a n-gg-, because i blaze and bling
and make blacks, puerto ricans and caucasians swing
when it comes to this drug sh-t, i was make to sling
don’t come around if you ain’t got no cocaine to bring
as far as sh-tting on sony, i was named the king
because that real street sh-t is what i came to sing
this is for my n-gg-s that be in a [?]
if a b-tch need a ride, she can ride my c-ck
i’ll put in on tape, in case she lies to cops
and we getting f-cked up, me and the guys can watch
sh-t on me? never, picture me splitting my cheddar
why do you think i keep a [?] of my leather
rap n-gg-s getting robbed trying to get it together
spending my treasure? f-ck that, i’m living forever, n-gg-s!

- f t lyrics

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