FTG, Pt. 2
Too Many Zooz; S'natra
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[?] Holla taught me better, uh
[?] (Holla taught me better)
Yea, uh
I'm seeing a bunch of the faces that I wont ever remember
Too many flights and scared of the heights and
The changing of weather
Just to [?]
To bring people something thats clever
Controllin' my temper for all the pretenders that I be trying to let up
Keep hearin' the bullshit, well
I'm hittin' that pool pit, ooh
I'ma do a full flip, uh
Lyrically I'm a culprit, yeah
Just a bunch of Lamborghini revvin' with no engines
Walkin' past me with no intentions
Just had to mention people that be
Talking more, doing less
Smoking more, due to stress
Rhyming for my dudes who lose they noodles when I do this, yes
Rhyming for my bitches, thats just bitches when they gotta be
And this shit gotta be instant
Music bring different shit outta me
I wish it could bring out the truth
But you, need some 80 proof
And me, all I needs the "boof"
I get so high, can't see the roof
Busy aiming at the stars
Dizzy cause they spin my records
Crash dummy flows
Once you see my drive you know I wreck it
Right this second and I never
Ride for second
Yeah, I'm first
Find out I ripped a page and
Hit the stage and now she thirst'
She tell me
"Baby I need VIP, I need a purse
And need it by the first"
Thought this shit could not get worse
I just signed my first autograph
For a fan never thought
That my music could reach niggas out in Kans'
Gotta make sure that I pose for the pictures and demand
That however I do it, you view it like its for the gram, uh