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ftl_sol - bull$hit lyrics

look at all the bullsh-t i been through

verse 1:
bullsh-t, bullsh-t
what i’m calling while they yelling from the pulpit
see they running from my gunners when they pulling
these n-ggas need a truck how they dump them bullets
big boys, big toys, riding round the city smoking real big noise
big voice, big poise, all this s-xy i sweat got your main b-tch moist
baseline, keep her head at my waistline, til she said that it taste fine
i don’t mean to be a d-ck, but when she go home to you giving kisses, my n-gga you could taste mine
case 9, evidence d
i be k!lling this sh-t evidently
in this b-tch, allegedly
never rock a flag but i pledge to the streets
each one teach one while i fledge to the beat
take to the sky, knowledge i seek
this abstract n-gga head so concrete
me back-stab a n-gga, that’s so not me
although n-ggas all talk, they just blow hot heat
i could stay on point when i go off beat
broccoli, i’m rolling, holding, and smoking
probably that cologne, strong, potent
when i’m with your ho, i long, stroke it
up til the morn’, the alarm, broke it
but this was all after i hacked the game
i modified my chance and adapted to change
i know everybody want the racks and the fame
but when i p-ss ’em in shame they in the p-ssenger lane
and after they hate, they wanna act new
look at all the bullsh-t i been through

verse 2:
getting this money with p-ssionate aim, laughing at n-ggas that’s racking they brains
moving them bricks from atlanta to maine, can you do it with no accidents made?
if it go down are you grabbing the k? grabbing the tek? or g-ssing away?
foolish if you do not blast, clap, or spray cuz it’s keys in the back and you black either way
windows down, pump that b-ss, in the clouds, puff that haze
with a bad b-tch, f-ck that face, grip them hips, cuff that waist
chilling on the block, pump that base, move that rock, puff that haze
sitting in the booth, run that tape, pro them tools, cut that take
spit your game, talk your sh-t, grab your gat nope not again
i ain’t trying be like pac and big cuz we’ve heard all that a whole lot since them
me i’m just trying to improve my game, hone my craft, perfect my aim
protect my claims, if in need, check the game don’t let the game check me
so f-ck them n-ggas hating on the other side
i put that on my grandma on my mother’s side
r.i.p. to all the lost ones, i done had a few
accidents, natural and self-induced now
look at all the bullsh-t i been through

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