"FOOLERY" lyrics
Fukkit & Y$57 Lyrics
Pray for peace, motherfucker, but you'll never get it
They keep thinking shit is sweet, just like a diabetic
You can die about it, fuck you, ain't no way around it
With the militia careful we got the whole place surrounded
I-I-I don't like you, you wanna be like me
I-I got clips on me, shootin' just like Spike Lee
I got clips, bitch, I ain't talkin' Pusha T
These rappers pullin' tricks, but they never pushin' me
Still on that old shit, what you do not new to me
I will not fold, bitch, rather sign your eulogy
I'd rather sign you out the game, fuck the foolery
Fuck your jewelry, none of that shit is cool to me
I'm a different breed, y'all niggas not shit to me
You got no future, bitch, already made history
I'm the same motherfucker that I used to be
I do this usually, so bitch, just get used to me
I'm the shit, bitch, you cannot be me
There's a difference between the real shit and what you wanna be (Pussy)
I don't-I don't see how the fuck you think we be
It don't matter who done told you that, you not that shit to me
Not that shit to me
You not shit to me, so gotta pay a fee
Ain't with that chit-chat, don't care what you gonna say to me
Man fuck a job, but I'm expecting all my shit for free
I'm working crazy on my music, dropping every week
Deserve my flowers for this shit, but at the very least
Y'all bringin' me fuel into my life, you done woken the beast
Man fukkit, now what we sayin' to the pocket watchers
Do we have a problem when I whip out my lil' rocket launcher
They have to pray for peace while we sit here, and watch 'em
Wishin' they gon' eat, this a buffet, ain't coming in, you starvin'
Oh my God
How many times do I have to say it again?
Praise the lawd, winning all day, waking up now another win
Out the mud, better to learn it hard, rather than staying in
You not my blood, man fuck outta here, you think you still my kin
Man that's a lot on my mind
Nothing to be lost in it, there's always things that I'll find
And you not getting what you wanted, but you been poutin, whine
Getting fucked up from the moment, bro just hit a damn line, uhh
Pray for-Pray for peace-peace, but you'll never get it-get it
Pray for-Pray for peace-peace, but you'll never get it-get it
But you'll never get it-get it
But you'll never get it-get it
Pray for-Pray for peace-peace, but you'll never get it-get it
They keep thinking shit is sweet, just like a diabetic
You can die about it, fuck you, ain't no way around it
With the militia careful we got the whole place surrounded
I-I-I don't like you, you wanna be like me
I-I got clips on me, shootin' just like Spike Lee
I got clips, bitch, I ain't talkin' Pusha T
These rappers pullin' tricks, but they never pushin' me
Still on that old shit, what you do not new to me
I will not fold, bitch, rather sign your eulogy
I'd rather sign you out the game, fuck the foolery
Fuck your jewelry, none of that shit is cool to me
I'm a different breed, y'all niggas not shit to me
You got no future, bitch, already made history
I'm the same motherfucker that I used to be
I do this usually, so bitch, just get used to me
I'm the shit, bitch, you cannot be me
There's a difference between the real shit and what you wanna be (Pussy)
I don't-I don't see how the fuck you think we be
It don't matter who done told you that, you not that shit to me
Not that shit to me
You not shit to me, so gotta pay a fee
Ain't with that chit-chat, don't care what you gonna say to me
Man fuck a job, but I'm expecting all my shit for free
I'm working crazy on my music, dropping every week
Deserve my flowers for this shit, but at the very least
Y'all bringin' me fuel into my life, you done woken the beast
Man fukkit, now what we sayin' to the pocket watchers
Do we have a problem when I whip out my lil' rocket launcher
They have to pray for peace while we sit here, and watch 'em
Wishin' they gon' eat, this a buffet, ain't coming in, you starvin'
Oh my God
How many times do I have to say it again?
Praise the lawd, winning all day, waking up now another win
Out the mud, better to learn it hard, rather than staying in
You not my blood, man fuck outta here, you think you still my kin
Man that's a lot on my mind
Nothing to be lost in it, there's always things that I'll find
And you not getting what you wanted, but you been poutin, whine
Getting fucked up from the moment, bro just hit a damn line, uhh
Pray for-Pray for peace-peace, but you'll never get it-get it
Pray for-Pray for peace-peace, but you'll never get it-get it
But you'll never get it-get it
But you'll never get it-get it
Pray for-Pray for peace-peace, but you'll never get it-get it
