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fmb dz - reality lyrics

sh-t ain’t come easy for me b-tch i had it hard
n-ggas p-ss me the ball cuz i’m the shooting guard
little baby in that ref on this boulevard
put the p-ssy to your face just for l!cking hard
made it out them better fields i can show the scars
i told my dog i want ’em rollies say he know it’s ours
i want the money want the b-tches and them fast cars
i want the chicken want the biscuit keep the coleslaw
the og’s left my daddy told me keep it raw
shoot a figga in a jaw i don’t need a straw
never go against the boss loyalty is law
rule number one never tell what you saw
still two dying to get rich i ain’t got no patience n-ggas hating
20 own me and i just made it
keep elevating
all this cookie keep me meditating
hit a n-gga block we a hundred shots that’s a demonstration
alright then n-gga get in the booth and just start rapping
everyday my n-ggas carry sticks we about action
and we all trapping all this seeing got me b-tch matching
in our head as many on my head so we gon’ double that
before my n-gga try to get my crush he better shuffle that
n-ggas stand crispy but they broke what that hustle that
all this f-cking ice show my wrist i am walking brick
i just made a 100 thousand dollars for talking sh-t
and i still be around them n-ggas that be trucking sh-t
you ain’t put out your heart to that wh0r- and that a bought the b-tch
all that hating on dz ain’t gon’ get you sh-t
stay in your lane you cross my path that’ll get you hit
a young n-gga came from the bottom
i told my n-ggas don’t you worry yeah you know that i got ’em
three offers on the table i’m a big problem
where was y’all n-ggas at when my stomach was growling
i can take 50 thousand to buy some house
n-gga spent ten thousand on beers and couch
all i wanna do is see my mama smiling
she ain’t enjoy seeing her boy out here clowning
15 thousand on my neck n-gga
i just catch a 100 thousand dollar check n-gga
it’s a cool quarter of my rich n-gga
i run through the trenches with my stick n-gga
they try to slow me down but i’m still moving
i ain’t getting on the high but i’m still shooting
my dog coming down with that sh-t to move me
they gon’ tell y’all too much we gonna stick to music

- fmb dz lyrics

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