[Intro]
(J, this shit too crazy)
(J X L A N with an X, nigga)
[Chorus: FBE JT]
Flavor, FBE, RTB, we all affiliated
Told my nigga it's only up from here, we only elevatin'
Hoes tryna jump on the ride and I ain't even made it
Told my nigga it's time to get rich, just be patient
Told my niggas got 'em through whatever, that's just how I'm rollin'
And if I'm under that pressure, then I'm never foldin'
When you start gettin' to the money, they all be goin'
And Starks for president, that's what I'm votin'
[Verse 1: FBE JT]
And I feel like I'm in my prime and I can't be stopped
I feel like Lamar Odom how I handle the rock
It's crazy how you gettin' to the guap, but your homies not
You the type of nigga cuff a thot, but you swear she not
I just spinned the block on my ex, thought I could get her back
I took some L's, never again, I'll never lose
I used to slide, get no response, I remember that
I be in the lab tryna work while them niggas snooze
And if I can't hit, swing her to bro, then she gettin' whacked
I'm not scared to shoot my shot, I'm like Larry Hughes
And I'm good with math, to cut 'em off, then you just subtract
Told her love is evil, but I love her, so now she confused
[Chorus: FBE JT]
Flavor, FBE, RTB, we all affiliated
Told my nigga it's only up from here, we only elevatin'
Hoes tryna jump on the ride and I ain't even made it
Told my nigga it's time to get rich, just be patient
Told my niggas got 'em through whatever, that's just how I'm rollin'
And if I'm under that pressure, then I'm never foldin'
When you start gettin' to the money, they all be goin'
And Starks for president, that's what I'm votin'
[Verse 2: FBE Starks]
Miles chase a nigga down and hit it off the glass
But I chased a nigga down and got on his ass
My niggas picked up a ball and now they got a bag
If you touch one of them, then you gettin' tagged
Me and JT got 40s, but we don't never brag
He got a forty-inch vert', I got a forty mag
Sometimes I cheat on my bitch 'cause she make me mad
And I tell her go ahead and leave 'cause I'ma laugh
[Chorus: FBE JT]
Flavor, FBE, RTB, we all affiliated
Told my nigga it's only up from here, we only elevatin'
Hoes tryna jump on the ride and I ain't even made it
Told my nigga it's time to get rich, just be patient
Told my niggas got 'em through whatever, that's just how I'm rollin'
And if I'm under that pressure, then I'm never foldin'
When you start gettin' to the money, they all be goin'
And Starks for president, that's what I'm votin'
[Verse 3: RTB MB]
We the ones flexin' on the opps, I feel like Mike Beas' (Yeah)
Sicker than corona with this ice, yeah, I might sneeze (Yeah)
Only nigga scoop a bad bitch in some Nikes (Okay)
Why these niggas love to hate us, but they act just like me? (Why?)
Starks, don't get confused, forty vert' and got a 40 Glock (Yeah)
Can't get caught lackin' in the hood, I still got forty opps (No cap)
Dunkin' on these niggas, Shawn Kemp, let that 40 rock (Huh?)
Pops went to jail for ten years, he was a dirty cop (Damn)
Rollie plain, but the rose gold, it got your bitch blind
Told her let me hit off the Henn', 'cause I don't sip wine (No)
Now she attached to the kid just like a zip-line (Yeah)
Talkin' crazy to my niggas, end up on that R.I.P. sign (No cap)
Told my nigga JT to chill out, he fuck with city girls (Huh?)
I just threw a party, it was me and fifty girls (Huh?)
No cap, I feel like Wayne with the hoes, I'm the fireman
Starks'll suit up like Tony, he keep that iron, man
[Outro: RTB MB]
Bitch
(J X L A N with an X, nigga)
