Frizelli Makavelli - Flows (Fu-Gee-La Freestlye) lyrics

[Verse 1: Frizelli Makavelli] Frizelli Makavelli yeah he been a OG Pop open a bottle 40 Oz. of OE I wanna see the world, what's it got to show me Everywhere I go, I'mma bring my homies If you didn't know this Now you know this New England boy, my flows the coldest 18 years old Been set in stone Hail Mary touchdown pa** we gettin' throwed Maxin' out team with me type of sh** I love to do Beastcoast forever but my teams holds a W Do it nonchalant like I ain't even me to trouble you Feelings' aren't forever, pretty soon I bet they love it to Place a wager cause that's something that i'll bet on These dudes change their lanes so they crash going head on One more shot, my face numb like a dead arm These girls' think they're players They're the ones' that gettin' lead on! The real dudes say I getcha' These haters just mad cause they ain't even in the picture Homies' and liquor, that's the secret that's the mixture If you ain't down then 10 second Tom, boy forget ya [Hook] [Verse 2: Frizelli Makavelli] I didn't have a choice so I had to make this move You see the kid start grindin' and his rates improve Didn't do, good in school so I had something to prove That I wasn't just a loser who had nothing to do And it's like that, It's a b**h and it bites back See me on the comeup but how come they never write back They won't even get a strike back You don't see a star? b**h where the f** ya sights at But now I'm all up on this game grind I'm not playin' though, can't call it game time One in the same, but not the same mind I'm runnin' the game, at the same time I'd rather make it sooner, and not do it later I spit raw sh**, every single letter greater I'm gettin cheddar, need to get myself a grater How's it feel? [What feel?] To be a f**in' hater