F.b.r.k - Realized

Lately I been realizing who really fwm
Now I'm on some shit & if it's up then it's stuck homie
Tired of these fuck niggas tryna get one up on me
Keep the 3 80 on me mfs moving funny
Trust no one TNGM till da death of me
Mastering my craft I been bringing out the best of me
Cutting up on you niggas call me cutlery
Stood wit my crutches but nobody fw me
Ten toes standing yeah you know i gotta crush the streets
No more crutches you gone crash at night tryna fwm
No speed limit on my bullets 3 80 gotta red
Light
Catch you in traffic ima leave you at the red light
Been smoking all this Zaza tryna get my head
Right
New lane new music tryna get my bread right
I see folks don't believe in me
But ima wake em up when I'm out of these streets
Mastering my craft tryna touch into "Me"
Sware y'all don't wanna run into me
Change ya whole perspective on me
I'm really heavier then y'all believe
Wake up please stop sleeping on me
Gone be too late to get any of my cheese
These niggas don't want no war
I grew up learning how to score
And I been to the bottom before
Learned heal my scars up more
Finish line don't seem far no more
Days more clearer don't see fog no more
Realized I don't need y'all no more
All by myself i been opening up doors
Can't wait to be walking on marble floors
I want a whip wit da Ferrari doors
So i gotta run up bag more
Put my foot on the gas more
Gotta speed up on some more
Turn up the beat so I can feel it more
All the way up so they can hear me more
All the pain I felt I don't feel no more
Lately i been realizing who really fwm
Now I'm on some shit & if it's up then it's stuck homie
Tired of these fuck niggas tryna get one up on me
Keep the 3 80 on me mfs moving funny
Trust no one TNGM till da death of me
Mastering my craft I been bringing out the best of me
Cutting up on you niggas call me cutlery
Stood wit my crutches but nobody fw me
Lately i been realizing who really fwm
Now I'm on some shit & if it's up then it's stuck homie
Tired of these fuck niggas tryna get one up on me
Keep the 3 80 on me mfs moving funny
Trust no one TNGM till da death of me
Mastering my craft i been bringing out the best of me
Cutting up on you niggas call me cutlery
Stood wit my crutches but nobody fw me
Lately I been realizing who really fwm
Now I'm on some shit & if it's up then it's stuck homie
Tired of these fuck niggas tryna get one up on me
Keep the 3 80 on me mfs moving funny
Trust no one TNGM till da death of me
Mastering my craft i been bringing out the best of me
Cutting up on you niggas call me cutlery
Stood wit my crutches but nobody fw me
Ten toes standing yeah you know I gotta crush the streets
No more crutches you gone crash at night tryna fwm
No speed limit on my bullets 3 80 gotta red
Light
Catch you in traffic ima leave you at the red light
Been smoking all this Zaza tryna get my head
Right
New lane new music tryna get my bread right

Writers: Kendra Burnside

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