Fatboy

[Intro] It's all good All good, yeah [Verse] Twenty bands in hand, I'm kickin' my feet up Say I'm brash when I rap, I'm beatin' the beat up Real light sleeper, late night creeper When I'm home over obessin', I need me a creature Okay the block next year, shine like a diamond Some would call it good luck, I call it good timin' Momma good Christian, she call it divine Sorry momma, I'm only prayin' like half of the time Sorry love but sometime I fall outta line Six line all the time, my head on straight Flip the [?] rims, put 'em in place But know the M3 [?] can't handle the weight Beat carries the crown, put it to tape You give us any four walls, makin' it stay It was all real, call it a fake I love y'all like a fat boy love cake This for the brodies, this for the main's This for the youngins makin' music apart of the plan If I could do it, then I promise you my friend you can The world's yours, better not leave it in nobody hands [Chorus] Better not leave it in nobody hands Better not leave it in nobody hands Nobody hands And we don't run no more, aw shit Do it with no caution [?] I won't Aw, yeah And we don't run no more, aw shit Do it with no caution [?] I won't Aw, yeah [Outro] Do it for the [?], for the fam now, huh [?] Do this shit for my people Do it for the [?], for the fam now, huh [?] Do this shit for my people