[Intro: Fes Taylor]
You ain't gone never make it, f** you 2 Fly
That's what they say right, Nah
You ain't gone never be sh**, Never n***a
That's what the haters think huh?
[Fes Taylor]
The pa**ion in the rhymes that I wrote
Like everything I spoke, I ain't never been a joke
I ain't saying that I never been broke
But you ever been broke to the point you'll slit a n***a throat
Still asking what's the combination, Sitting while he choked
Already planning on distributing his coke
Scare him up, Even visited his folks
You know, Hammer on the coffee table living room approach
I ain't saying that I never ran
If a n***a had the drop on me I ain't have mines on me, Damn
Some n***as say f** it n***a take it like a man
But the only reason I'm racist so I can get the plan
I got a plan n***a, f** a hundred grand
We can make a couple million from Uncle Sam n***a
Tell your man pitch up and buy some land witcha
Hoes want sandwiches, You trick'n like an amateur
That ain't pimp'n, I ain't saying I ain't been in love
But some n***as do it just because, And ruin it for us
n***as looking for a good b**h to settle down with more then a f**
But still I f** more then enough
And can't explain to my girl when she calling and I ain't picking up
She like think of us, I'm thinking of lust
Same time thinking trust, I think I'm gone bust
I ain't saying that I never cried, So many n***as died
So if I lie on they name then may my soul fry
You know why it goes, Flex, Side show, Sick Nick, Grandpa
I was sick like a dope fiend dick
I ain't saying that my father wasn't there
Cause I looked up to him, Like a barber in a chair
So my son me and his bond, Little man I love you n***a
I can vision him in Harvard somewhere
I ain't saying that my family f**ed up
My Moms kept a good job, Son just went bad
More like my Uncle with a hood craft, Scars and scabs
Cars we crash, They ain't even ours and laugh n***a
Hope the odds are past us, Jars of gra**
And show respect like when a mobster pa** n***a
Never been a s**er, A punk motherf**er with no morals
And hoes won't f** em with no orals
It's only one me with no plural
[Outro: Fes Taylor]
One me n***a, One n***a, No plural, No plural
Yeah, Okay, Holla at the motherf**ing wolves you dig
Wolf Pack, Two-Forty Warriors up in this b**h
Two Four War, Yeah, It's the T-2 Fly album right here
Urban Icons n***a, Yeah, G-Unit/Dum Out n***a
Yeah, Holla at the motherf**ing wolves
Never Ever, Uh huh