[Intro]
Yeah
Where I'm from, we don’t live to hustle, we hustle to live
Most people's first words were: "Mama, Dada" My first words were "Fuck That"
True criminal
[Verse 1]
When I die, I'mma come back and be a block
Where niggas sell a bunch of crack and keep it hot
Now, if you compare me to gats, I’ll be a Glock
And if rap was a wrestling match, i'd be The Rock
Man, picture [?] Girl, i'm a sex soldier
Still fucking with no promotion or exposure
We test coasters, pull out and just roast 'ya
I got money now, so i keep my Tec closer
Hate all, Paid up 'cause i'm still in the game
I'm Just killin' your brain, making sure you feeling the pain
Willin’ to aim, six shots fillin’ your frame
I'm doing well, i’d probably sell about a million in change
F.T. spits that shit that rearrange your career
You beatin' me is like the neptune's changing their sphere
Making it clear, fuck that, blazing it here
Niggas want to talk shit, so i'm taking it there
[Chorus]
There’s a thin line between thugs and Jake, drugs and tape
That's why I roll with snakes, shoot to kill
I ain't got slugs to waste
It's F.T. The nigga you love to hate
There's a thin line between thugs and Jake, drugs and tape
That's why I roll with snakes, shoot to kill
I ain't got slugs to waste
It's F.T. The nigga you love to hate
[Verse 2]
Nigga, I'm too real, do deals under the table
I know a bitch that'll let you put a gun in her anal
Suck a nigga's asshole and put her tongue in your anal
She'd probably screw you and whoever won in her label
Like I said before, burners, I got various ones
But fuck carrying a gat, 'cause I carry a bomb
And I'd rather be a pimp than a hilarious [?]
You get no pussy, you the type to marry a mom
If I saw you in the street I wouldn't tell you the time
I got the trees though, I fuck around and sell you a DIME
Fake gangsters, claim they pack heat in rhymes But them niggas'll probably snitch for a [?]
It's F.T baby! How you gonna doubt the flow
I already blew, you niggas are about to blow
When it's time for me to leave, imma be down to go
Because my flow is like water, imma drown in dough
[Chorus]
There's a thin line between thugs and [?], drugs and tape
That's why i [?] with snakes, shoot to kill
I ain't got slugs to waste
It's F.T. The nigga you love to hate
There's a thin line between thugs and [?], drugs and tape
That's why i [?] with snakes, shoot to kill
I ain't got slugs to waste
It's F.T. The nigga you love to hate
[Verse 3]
When I blow and backed out, it's a major thing
I make a bitch wanna throw out her engagement ring
She in love with a nigga, because I blaze and bling
And make Blacks, Puerto Ricans and Caucasians swing
When it comes to this drug shit, I was make to sling
Don't come around if you ain't got no cocaine to bring
As far as shitting on Sony, I was named the king
Because that real street shit is what I came to sing
This is for my niggas that be in a livest spots
If a bitch need a ride, she can ride my cock
I'll put in on tape, in case she lies to cops
And we getting fucked up, me and the guys can watch
Shit on me? never, Picture me splitting my cheddar
Why do you think I keep a four fifth of my leather
Rap niggas getting robbed trying to get it together
Spending my treasure? Fuck that, i'm living forever, Niggas!
[Chorus]
There's a thin line between thugs and Jake, drugs and tape
That's why I roll with snakes, shoot to kill
I ain't got slugs to waste
It's F.T. The nigga you love to hate
There's a thin line between thugs and Jake, drugs and tape
That's why I roll with snakes, shoot to kill
I ain't got slugs to waste
It's F.T. The nigga you love to hate
