Freeway - Fucc Um lyrics

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle] Yeah, we know you used to put in work that's old n***a and we seen your paperwork you told All these n***as either sniffing gla** or they living off the past When i'm blowing money fast with my bros Lately I been seeing n***as sell they soul How you catch a case and bail out on parole? I've been state to state getting money on the road Had to reevaluate who I could to talk to on the phone Switch it up, spit the game pay attention, you should listen up Follow code and one day you 'gon get as rich as us Seven digit, street n***a that ain't rich enough Forty million on the crib like that n***a Puff n***as buying yachts, n***as buying jets, that make me wanna buy the block just to reinvest Help my young n***as catch it before it's nothing left [Hook] Baby me the realest ever did it yeah Hopefully my day ones will remember this Keep that sh** a hundred one until the d**h Even when i'm gone they'll say I never left Lookin' at the roof like i'm glad I never quit That's my n***as women though we'd never hit Sticking to the script get rich and never switch All my role models doing sentences, yeah f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all [Verse 2: Freeway] f** each and every one of them I fear none of them Frank Lucas push his roof back in front of him Leave a n***a toothless when it comes to the loot I go stupid with the bu*t of the gun, know where i'm coming from? North Philly where Fraizer and Muhammad sparred Last named Ahkbar they calling all cop cars When they pull you over, they might shoot you over moving Now that we Truman they know who we are They took a king from us, they X'd Malcolm out You kidding me? I did my own black history Studied Illmatic, Reasonable Doubt that's the main reason why these rappers can't get with me f** em all, I hear the whistle know it's time to ball Y'all n***as throwing fouls but y'all don't wanna brawl How you going on a mission with no vision? f** Stevies like a sight look at Stevie's ambition, we hood n***as that get it [Hook] f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all [Verse 3: Cuzzy Capone] Different n***a now that my pop's gone Low tolerance promise you'd get popped on Microwave the bullets sounding like popcorn Grind heavy the cops come or the rocks gone Same n***a, so what? The time's changed When I couldn't get money I used to find ways Counting thousands off the cavi in the hallway It wasn't long before I figured out crime pays We still in search of them bright days Dark streets, only light when police raid Where n***as stress out and let that shots off Los Scan, like a sk**et it'll pop off I hit the ave and posted with the uncut raw Sacked it up and told n***as I had the cake moss Nothing fancy, protect myself with the eight ball It wasn't easy I had to hustle on Hyde Park [Hook] Baby me the realest ever did it yeah Hopefully my day ones will remember this Keep that sh** a hundred one until the d**h Even when i'm gone they'll say I never left Lookin' at the roof like i'm glad I never quit That's my n***as women though we'd never hit Sticking to the script get rich and never switch All my role models doing sentences, yeah f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all f** em all