Plies - F.E.M.A lyrics

[Intro] Welcome to F.E.M.A Finesse, elevate, motivate, and achieve Let’s get it [Verse 1: Plies] Wish Gotti Youngsta Dolph go and squash the beef Know that sh** ain’t none of my business I like to see n***as eat I done put [?] I done caught a body Said she don’t want to go to sleep I told her pop a molly Nickname cement b**h I’m super solid You don’t like me Bobby Brown [?] Lady put a n***a bushes ain’t discussing that You say that you’ll pay me later I ain’t trusting that n***as say my n***a must be dropping mixtape Think that I’ll bust at you in public that’s a mistake Jack called go and get it ain’t no time to sleep I ain’t trynna make friends b**h I’m trynna eat Came from the bottom yo look at how time fly Hard for me to trust n***as who don’t look in my eyes n***a ask for Plies why he bought a Bentley truck Cuz Ion do what other n***as do you feel me bruh Was on a bean last night bih ma**aging me Whole inside of the crib [?] I was never supposed to make it past 25 Car full of [?] on 75 Up all night bih like I’m on a pill Almost cried first time I touched my first meal Ain’t no social bu*terfly I keep my circle small Do some s**er sh** out here you come up missing dog Put that bag for a lot of sh** I used to do Put sh** before myself that’s what I used to do I will f** a n***a b**h I’m being honest though One thing I love about myself I keep it a hunnid though I remember them long nights, n***a I couldn’t remember nights b**h said a n***a arrogant, you f**ing right Shout out to all you n***as out here who pocket watching me I ain’t gonna disappoint you, I’m gonna give you some to see Had to close another deal it got me motivated n***a acting like b**hes I don’t tolerate it If you cross me it ain’t none just stay over there b**h my house ain’t no museum you got to f**ing [?] By any means out here, b**h Kevin Gates Hoe told me I was popping, b**h you kind of late Lot of you n***as still sleep, hit the snooze bu*ton b**h I might of still grinding, b**h at 2 some Still riding with that stick, it ain’t my fault bruh Too many n***as out here dropping salt bruh I’m just trynna get a sack and stay in my own lane Money come before the p**y, I hope you understand And all you begging a** b**hes, I ain’t friendly hoe And tell your noisy a** friends about there business hoe And when it’s time to go to war n***as b**h up You n***as sold a lot for that bag I never switch up