King Los - f**in Wit It lyrics

Hook: Drink got my fired up, but I'm f**in wit it. Kush got me blown away, but I'm f**in wit it. Girl do your thing, I'm f**in wit it. I don't know your name, but I'm f**in wit it. All my n***as with the sh**, you know we f**in wit it. I was just around the way, the homies f**in wit it. Got a line on your girl, and she f**in wit it. It's a fly n***a world, and she f**in wit it. Girl, pop the thing, cause I'm f**in wit it. I'll drop the change, and I'm f**in wit it. I'm f**in wit it, I'm f**in wit it, I Whip full of honeys and them nice chains Fist full of money at the dice game. My n***as used to bundle up them white things. And dip up out the corner when the lights came n***a try to knock me, tell him "nice try" k** another! hundred tryna give myself a high five, Looking at the phantoms man they costed in the high fives. Bring it through and k** everybody, that's called a drive-by While I I've been on my hustle too long for the fake sh**. Had to move on from t! he snake sh**. Had to take my life in my own hands. Ain't no coupon, n***a saved it. Duckin b**h n***as, duckin bullets, duckin cops. Duckin bomb b**hes that jump on my co*k. My n***a just won us a pew, that's a blessing Point a n***a out, I'll peel, let me stretch it. Sacrifice myself to see my people eat My n***a thought he'd probably never leave the street. Went and got the Uncle and threw away the Jesus piece, cause I know all this knowledge deep, and n***as need a piece. There's a bunch of motherf**ers that I need to teach. Yeah we need to reach a level where we all get it. I got something rolled up, we can all hit it. And a n***a going way to hard wit it. (Hook) I'm a super elevated, melonated being. Cop the coup with hella pape! r Chop the roof and tell the haters see em later You've been e! ducated by the enemy, prayin to an entity to empty the empathy from your heart. Cop stopped you, co*ked his gun timidly, POP, POP, call it muscle memory, slavemaster in his bl! ood. He'll never show a n***a sympathy Who we gonna call on wh! en they cap a n***a? What's the remedy? We ain't call em when they cap a n***a, is you diggin me? They just wanna call it Kapernick, a n***a. Literally. Man I'm so serious. Francis Scott Key wrote the anthem, and his face was his racist head said that blacks was inferior. ba*tards ain't hearin us hollerin' for help. College does not provide wealth. Stack up your dollars, gain knowledge of sell. Realize the power you got in yourself. Be conscious of health. sh**, since I went vegan I'm spirtually peakin, I feel the the ancestors' hearing me speakin. Oh I got it baby, you know I'ma get inside it baby. Plus I got a navy right behind me, rest in peace to __ A n***a kushed up, burn the blunt though. It's hard to put the cup down, cause (Hook)