Fa We We Freestyle

(专辑： Folarin - 2012)

Stunting on these niggas every one of them
Ralph Folarin via untouchable double M
Genius, no bleachers, floor seat us
Dope thoughts, that guap, pray for Adidas
Twelve lines that can melt minds when it's hail time
That's why these bitches going down boy, I should sell sly
Lil sly fly nigga, my nigga
And this rap shit a circus I only ride for my niggas
And I know I use the n-word too much, and the b-word too much
I know I seem like I'm lunching but let me see
I make a dam by taking beavers to lunch
Suck your teeth all you want boy, your joint on my jock
Every nigga with commercial success is getting closer to helping mama go further from them
What's the purpose of working if you ain't touching the kids
What's the purpose of respect if both your mamas in debt
Dreamed of video vixens, verses on Drama cassettes
Now these ganstas is grilling, although they gotta respect
Good in all regions, the strippers say I'm G cause I tip 'em
I'm talking G shit, and a nigga on repeating the trap
Shoutout to NO, on the for real though
The ho telling, card 'em like incidentals
And I ain't even playing, this game is so mental
You keep talking 'bout potential, your career's an intro
And now cho keep his mouth closed
Just that flow he throw around be selling out shows
Life crazy, couple statements can buy you Mercedes
Quit your hating now baby that ain't how God made ya
Yeah I get it, want the best for my niggas
Few chains, more whips nigga, dominatrix
I said that before, but I'm more relevant now than when I said that before
When I left after school, a lot said I'd be broke
Allah knew I'd be good, so now I'm blessing the folks
Try to stunt on my haters, give these young niggas hope
And with this drive I will traffic intellectual dope, you know

Aight, keep it going, keep it going fuck it

Cause I'm the best with these quotes, don't be respecting these hoes
She in the books, I'm in her head, that's no telepathy though
Can't stand it, nigga's famous, they can't mess with me though
They need to let that boy cook, I got that recipe, hold up
Who not respecting me, confront me when correcting me ho
You pull a string that says oh, I make a symphony with phones
Orchestrate how I do it, off the top we official
Not a opera at all, but I'm in a Phantom with bitches