"FWM" lyrics
I ain't got a clue why this world keeps turning
But I wish it would stop and let me off right now
I've been down so long that I forgot my smile
Homicide 'cause suicide just not my style
I should rap about big guns and keys of coke
All my friends who never show up when I need 'em most
How I put my trust in you and you broke my heart
Cah you hate to see me win, you rather see me broke
They some sheeps in wolf's clothing, they say P's the goat
They say I'm evil but I'm really quite a decent bloke
I run through enough white, I can ski the slopes
I got guns for the beef and weed to smoke
I ain't perfect and I'm man enough to see my flaws
How can I be the goat when I got teeth and claws?
Jail house they still play me on the threes and fours
I used to hit them by myself till my feet were sore
I know trapping from the yard till they breached the door
I'm PP, what the fuck I need a feature for?
I left school like what the fuck I need a teacher for?
You can't teach me nothing that I ain't seen before
You can't teach me how to cut weight and bag by eye
You can't teach me how to grease up and shine my nine
You can't teach me how to stay down and ride my time
I can teach you 'bout life every time I rhyme
When I was fifteen, I think I had special needs
I had a .38 special, needed extra sweets
Listening to Mavado I'm so special
Think I was just lost like Gretel and Hansel
I've been gunning since Patrick Vieira and Sol Campbell
Before the road ting was a shamble
I look like I'm selling heroine in my Hermes sandals
I was up north with Jay Sav giving out samples, that's samples
Kill 'em with success, watch me lead by example
Killers, I pull up with a car full
I ain't never been slim but I'm shady like Marshall
How you bad mouth the king? You must be losing your marbles
I was playing round with poles when you was watching 'Hey Arnold'
You cardboard gangsters must think this is Marvel
You funny little characters ain't nothing but arseholes
Move Half O's, now you think that your narcos
Garbo's!
Ain't nobody gives two fucks
Who you shot who you stabbed
Cah these little things will lift you up
Soon as you get money, they try mix you up
Put you down, watch them try trip you up
Fuck with me
You don't wanna
Fuck with me
Fuck with me
You don't wanna
Fuck with me
Fuck with me
You don't wanna
Fuck with me
Fuck with me
You don't wanna
Fuck with me
But I wish it would stop and let me off right now
I've been down so long that I forgot my smile
Homicide 'cause suicide just not my style
I should rap about big guns and keys of coke
All my friends who never show up when I need 'em most
How I put my trust in you and you broke my heart
Cah you hate to see me win, you rather see me broke
They some sheeps in wolf's clothing, they say P's the goat
They say I'm evil but I'm really quite a decent bloke
I run through enough white, I can ski the slopes
I got guns for the beef and weed to smoke
I ain't perfect and I'm man enough to see my flaws
How can I be the goat when I got teeth and claws?
Jail house they still play me on the threes and fours
I used to hit them by myself till my feet were sore
I know trapping from the yard till they breached the door
I'm PP, what the fuck I need a feature for?
I left school like what the fuck I need a teacher for?
You can't teach me nothing that I ain't seen before
You can't teach me how to cut weight and bag by eye
You can't teach me how to grease up and shine my nine
You can't teach me how to stay down and ride my time
I can teach you 'bout life every time I rhyme
When I was fifteen, I think I had special needs
I had a .38 special, needed extra sweets
Listening to Mavado I'm so special
Think I was just lost like Gretel and Hansel
I've been gunning since Patrick Vieira and Sol Campbell
Before the road ting was a shamble
I look like I'm selling heroine in my Hermes sandals
I was up north with Jay Sav giving out samples, that's samples
Kill 'em with success, watch me lead by example
Killers, I pull up with a car full
I ain't never been slim but I'm shady like Marshall
How you bad mouth the king? You must be losing your marbles
I was playing round with poles when you was watching 'Hey Arnold'
You cardboard gangsters must think this is Marvel
You funny little characters ain't nothing but arseholes
Move Half O's, now you think that your narcos
Garbo's!
Ain't nobody gives two fucks
Who you shot who you stabbed
Cah these little things will lift you up
Soon as you get money, they try mix you up
Put you down, watch them try trip you up
Fuck with me
You don't wanna
Fuck with me
Fuck with me
You don't wanna
Fuck with me
Fuck with me
You don't wanna
Fuck with me
Fuck with me
You don't wanna
Fuck with me
