F.I.A.

[Chorus]

Fuck you, fuck him, fuck them, fuck it all nigga
Yeah fuck everybody
Fuck you, fuck him, fuck them, fuck it all nigga
Yeah fuck everything

[Verse 1]

Lyrical murder in the first degree
Leaving other rappers in the need of surgery certainly
Dial 9-1-1 emergency urgently
SYth Lord's hurting me
You niggas fake dog I can see your circuitry
Your little pussy hanging out where your skirt should be
Don't give a fuck dog you can take it personally
I'll tell you suck my dick with courtesy
Then take a bow and leave and yes I'm proud to be
From DC cause it means that I'm obviously
Not like you and you're not like me
I'm great and it's because I'm writing
My shit legit nigga you just a jit
Sunk my teeth in the game got it locked like a pit
The throne I sit on my pharaoh shit
King remembered in time yes my flows critical
In physical or digital format
In the booth I get dirtier than a door mat
You want a sixteen from the sYth Lord but my talk ain't cheap
Hope you can afford that
Wammie winner, half time at the Wiz game
Not a beginner. had Jive trying to give game
Told me back then they was focusing on YouTube views over talent and I thought they was insane
They're not around and I'm still here and I've only gotten better since then
Anakin, walking on the dark side rap game apartheid
Straighter than the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin
I, winny-win-win I, don't plan to lose it
Gotta keep it real no faking ass shit
Hands in the air wit your middle fingers up
Because this what you say to a hating ass bitch

[Chorus] 2x

[Verse 2]

I'm him, you know the one that's better than them
I write all of my own shit, produce it too
While these other niggas out here confusing you
I'm really fighting depression they duping you
What you know about feeling like a waste of flesh
So you sit around waiting to be laid to rest
Every interview you ever went to you never got a callback
So broke you never made a debt
Plus, it seem like rap'll never work
But I keep motivation like what would Nip do
Record in the garage 'til I'm hopping out of cars
I'ma kick it on the mic like I'm doing Jujitsu
They don't really want you to succeed so they doubt you
And when you get rich they gon' act like they always been about you
Come around you try to get some money out you, no lie
Fiending for a piece of the pie that you cooked up and they ain't even add no ingredients to it
I'm the writer, the producer, engineer, the photographer
Nigga I'm the fire and the gasoline fluid
Bitch I do it while you just pursue it
The Newness I spew it, the barbecue skew it
Like Andre 3000, I'm from public housing
I grew up with numerous dudes who go through it
We can die at any moment by a white cop
And most of our parents strung off of crack rock
Leaving us to go out and get it on our own
Trying to duck wack cops and Matlock
At the same time trying to keep a sane mind
Living in the hood pussy niggas keep faking and shit
You gotta walk away, live another day
Contemplating on saying to a hating ass bitch

[Chorus] 2x

End