Staying Power

Lately been feelin like niggas doubt me
Trust me, they dont got no staying power
Left Atlantic, bout a minute later
Every record label try and scout me
Representin all official niggas
Intelligent , fly, and get bitches nigga
I tell her to fly, she catch a Delta
Or she RHO, or she get to steppin
AKA, I be speaking wreckless
07 my Supreme jacket
AKAs at Virginia State
My second year, I tried to get one pregnant
Early bird, that was Petersburg
Now, my little bird fly to Teterboro
Halliburton full of Blues Brothers
Aint no Akroyd or Belushi neither
Paranoid, so Im drinking heavy
Hearing voices, I dont sleep heavy
Had a choice, I can turn a back?
I be runnin back for a team or something
Kick return, wide-receiver money
Now, Im sneaking burners in the club
Im not concerned about who beefing with us
I can give em words, I could beat em up
Rap dudes , Im Zab Judah
Hook, cross, jab, jab through em
Uber X, Im in a Maxima
She was in Maxim mag, she got a attitude, uh
But, Im cool though
Im not a little nigga tryna big boy
Im like the outcast of the new school
Spent about three stacks on a Bitcoin, ayy
I got dick for her
You a simp, why you gotta buy a gift for her?
Might buy me a rari, you buying Foamposites
And walk around like we aint different
Shit, yall just Instagram
Shit, ya just Twitter shit, yeah
I aint about to tit fortat, but nigga check the map
Guess who put shit there? Me, Folarin
I got her, and I can outrap my opponents
And Im not too popular,
Media treat my passion like a hazard or something
Yall get the handoff and fumble it
Me, I get it and Alvin Kamara it
Simple city niggas wild with me,
So you outta town niggas humble it
Gassing on beats, and I look sweet
The homies is homonyms out in these streets
You probably is wondering what do that mean?
I aint too deep, but I aint too deep
Sweet
I am the legend niggas trying to be
Went to Portland before I signed with my team
Them other Niggas couldnt fly on they feet
Never that broke shit applying to me
Forever that dope shit,
It run in my blood like Im sipping mud
And tired and sleep
We laughing at who thoughts, its quiet for me
I quietly quietly built my empire,
To set afire to the rivaling teams
Im a lion, you are just a feline
Devour anybody bothering me
Blood on my teeth
All of my queens got blood on they sneakers
All of my women be loyal and honest
I take em all shopping then burn the receipt
Who fucking with me?
Nah really like? Who fucking with me?
Folarin, the godbody flow
The godfather himself
Rest in Peace to Chuck Brown
He said, 'Young man, when its your time,
Youll have the whole nations capital
And the surrounding towns and boroughs to be following you
Well you and I know its only kinda true
Its more like, 'You shining lildude,
See see there a lot life limits about to come through,
But if your run Joe, and bust loose
And grind, grind, grind, them lemons are set up,
You will get the juice'
And I got that now
Me flex attitude made her drop that down
Im off that brown
Im from uptown
In the school of Maryland, guess Im from there now
Hol up, yeah, I dont care though
You an H&M nigga, a banana ho
You a lil bamma nigga with no real dough
How you got a landlord and a Lambo? Hol up
Yall cant tell me shit
If your bitch is always on my dick
Spent about 240 on my wrist
Every time that I record, Im lit, uh
Ask money, ask money
Ass bet, go head, mask on me
Actin gig from Judd Apatow
Its so funny, Im fly from my 'crashing' gig
Maxfield, see how fast it burn
In the field like a running back or somethin
I got the passion in me, just got a bag to push it
Cause yall rappin niggas aint really rappin good
Im gone, Im gone
I got it, and I can out-rap my opponents
Niggas do not want no smoke with me
Nicotine patches on raps and my poems
Somebody tell em Im back in my zone
Olu back in his zone
So Im back in my zone, hold it