"FCG (FCG Heem Diss)" lyrics

We missed it here
I made it
Hello

Let's set the record straight
I got some shit I wanna address
Nigga, you just a rapper
You ain't no thug, you ain't never had arrest

Tell the truth, fuck, nigga, gon' confess
You ain't never sold shit
You ain't never leave a nigga scratched
Who the fuck gave you rank

You ain't put on for the set
Five years in a pen for this shallow side shit
I demand my respect
I ain't no motherfuckin' artist

This rap shit a hobby
But you done made yourself a target
It's up in the stock, down the trunk, can't even park
And I was goin' up regardless

Pop my shit, I'm the hardest
I ain't back and forth arguin'
With no motherfuckin' body
You don't like it, we could hit

By the Kodak and La Yada ass
Bout me beatin' niggas ass up in the county
Five years, no tears, standin' firm, bein' solid
19 FMF, steppin' like the cartel

Resurrected out the cell
I touched down to Carl's hair
Yeah, fuck it, I'm just bein' honest
I don't got no arts, nigga

I just want some money
Real recognize, real
And you don't look familiar to me
Did this rap shit first

You were lookin' up to me
Fuck, fuck, fuck Green FCG
Fuck, fuck, fuck Green FCG
Fuck, fuck, fuck Green FCG

Fuck, fuck, fuck Green FCG
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