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Aint anyone fuckin with the mufuckin God Folarin
Know what Im saying?
Lexicon legend, hahaha
Niggas hate and niggas love
Niggas hate and niggas love
Niggas hate and niggas love

Fuck with me
Mh, yeah, packin my bag, nigga
Tell them niggas who so called pass, Im on that ass, nigga
Rare bitches in Raf Simons, my pack lit up
Loud in me, Im flying high as Bilal singing
Boy, back in my groove, youngin
Hundred-thousand for jewels, but its cool, I let my glues cover
And the hoes love it, but I got a good woman
And I never post it cause all them vultures will probably hover
What up? Thuggin, addressin the mass public
Attitude is fuck it, Im living what they covet, so run it
Younging, troubled, beginning was humble
Niggas flexin for that Gram, but they still live with their Mothers
They suckers, they lyin, they liars, Vs on my tire
Its two things I never mind is their opinion and stylists
Im ridin, Im sorry Folarin gotta be so defiant
See you Chiciate, Chico, leave your people to violet
Violent, quiet, Im young, stackin my fund
And the back of the backing, I got my back to the sun
Got my eye on this young chick who be actin and such
Never act up in public and really ratchet and clueless
Im quite distinguished, and rarely do I mingle
And I really do my thing out here, really I just single
Eyes is on the prize, moon is in the sky
I used to sit up at night like I know this isn't right, like God!