F.A.M.E

Still waiting for the day you bring me your witness

No opposition don't phase me

Lets get down to the real talk (real talk)

Break this down for a real cause

Credit where credit's due

Make them songs but stick to the truth

If you're a rookie, you're a rookie

Got to work your way up them ranks

How do these kids get a pass?

I don't even know who they are

Still got killys in the car

And I still got hitters in the pod

Calling shots in the yard

All this talk on the Net

Pull out when they see me pull up, they don't wanna talk, ha

I've got too many hitters

Wanna fuck with my hitters

Tryna earn their stripes for their clicker

Thank God for my 9 millimeter

Thank God for me and my brethrens

Fuck the judge and the sentence

My enemies turn to victims

I've got the lord as my witness

So yeah, ay ay

Fuck all my enemies, yeah

Fuck all my enemies, yeah

Fuck all my enemies, yeah

Fuck off

Wanna beef me? Then the beef don't stop

I don't bartend', but I send them shots

Don't talk about work, don't talk about Glocks

Taskforce on me 'cause my iPhone hot

Opps wanna put me in the box

Cops want me in the wing like fox

Most of my opps been touched

You know whos really letting that pop

Sick and tired of all these flops

No one's safe when the thing gets cocked

Talk about tools than we got that stock

Have to put me down if you want this squashed

They want smoke I send it, send it

Shots get busy and I leg it, leg it

This beefy can't dead it, dead it

Fuel to the fire I fed it, fed it

If I go all the way then there's no remorse

With gang on myself brah, I still stand tall

Fuck the statistics, check the ballistics

If you cunts really wanna talk about scores

Fuck that I don't wanna talk no more

Scream out gang and then cry in court

Never be a day when I don't show form

And its fuck that side 'til I'm cold in the morgue

Brah, Who wants smoke? We want smoke

When I hit that line, they press decline

Please Lord strike me down

If I ever rap about a drill that's not mine

Fake cunts wanna talk about knocks

Lil dogs never done a knock in their life

Praying these cunts tryna fact check me

Lord knows that I say no lies

Can't say much

But how many times did the shop get shot?

When these little dogs wanna talk about us

And who showed form when it come to the crunch?

We know who and they know who

But cops come around I don't got no clue

(We know who and they know who)

(But cops come around I don't got no clue)

So yeah, ay ay

Fuck all my enemies, yeah

Fuck all my enemies, yeah

Fuck all my enemies, yeah

Fuck off