Lincoln Price - FYM lyrics

[Intro: Casey K] I'm not hearing you, it's hard to see... [Verse 1] All of a sudden it's like she wanna hang out so much I can't be getting all distracted with attention s*uts I'm ADHD, and if you don't think I'm reaching for my dreams You asleep like actually And now I ain't your man so you understand It's ironic how that sh** go hand-in-hand Cause now I am surrounded by the famous Singers, models, actresses, and entertainers And now you jelly like KY And I don't give a f** like it stay dry Cause everything we did, and everything we've done Was a chapter of a book that I burnt to keep warm And now she got another rapper after her Met him at a cypher and he wasn't half as talented Lincoln Price a maniac and that's just how I'm acting Like a battle rapper I could slap his a** and make an act of it But now I'm way better off Cause my Timbs pushing 7-Series pedals and I'm gone But I know he know who your love with though That's why he stood on stage and tried to diss me at a talent show Not allowed to cuss, dumbed down without the radio These poets f**ing posers like a mannequin for Zumeiz Life's a f**ing journey and I'm loving every step Cause I'm six-foot three and I got long legs, the f** you mean? [Hook: Casey K] You said that you'd always be there for me (FYM, FYM) I tried so hard to give you what you need (FYM, the f** you mean?) I'm not hearing you, it's hard to see (FYM, FYM) Cause you said that you'd always be down for me (FYM, the f** you mean?) [Verse 2] Leather seats at the dealer, talking prices on a Bimmer Loving life as a rhymer now forgetting every reason And every time these nerds get the nerve I'm that gator-skinned, last one with feelings hurt f** being a rapper with a day job Nine-to-five in the booth, that's a day's work Imagination is expansive My mind's a f**ing mansion I'm just living in my head You should act different yo, her body was immaculate I wouldn't give a f** if it was chained to a bed Going through the changes cause it's part of trying to heal Yo, I acted like a bag of f** fluid on the real Reconnect the dots with the kids who had my back But what's the point if you can't laugh? I mean Occupation of an artist I'm just manifesting fantasies So I'm making panties wet while I'm painting on the canvas Yeah, now on some real man sh** Lavish living ain't the reason that I'm rappin' To make a woman feel special cause there ain't too many left Yet it's best if I keep it one hundred with you, B Swimming through the deep end, plenty fish in the sea What you thought it was, a get rich quick scheme? Asking me what I could earn with this degree Rocking hoodies that got for free, the f** you mean? [Hook]