FTC

[Verse 1: Vlad]

Came though with the extras

One question, who's as smooth as the jester?

Nigga buzzing like I'm Logan moving through a detector

Don't ever front nigga, you knew who was better

Flow stupid as ever and cold like I don't own no boots or a sweater in Alaska trying to get through a December

Step to me and all your crew gets dismembered quick as they came together

I take the game by it's reins and I reign like April's weather

I'm up, up, and away like i'm strapped to a propeller

With a windmill under my feet while i'm holding eight umbrellas

With the rocket fuel that the people from down at NASA spared to have a nigga up in the stratosphere plucking angel feathers

At this point, man the Holy Lord couldn't make me better

Got me feeling like I'm Mohammed after he strayed from Mecca

I got a broad but she sounds dumb

Talking clothes when her mouth runs

Only question: is you popping up out some?

Yeah, that would be the optimal outcome

Stay clean, all white, like I was a problem for Martin and Malcolm

Flow darker than an evening without sun

Came from the League of Shadows, deepest gallows

Yeah, let's see if you outrun

I'm turning into someone I hate

Even my mother says she's noticing that something has changed

A constant mug on my face, probably

She hugs me and say sorry

I ain't even praying, I play godly

Cuz the devil's closer in the heart of the city, constant duality

Surrounded by this twisted reality of brutality

Where when niggas are finally living , they're sending inside the cavalry

But when they die, they're barely on time to confirm the casualty

Double-taking over my shoulder, not moving casually

Don't ever know who's challenging me

These cold-blooded niggas never ever chatter or speak

You'l l know they're close because you'll probably start to clatter your teeth

Their hearts frozen

I'll probably loook back on this shit as a dark moment

I escape after dark with my bros in the park toasted

Hoping the arc's open. tryna leave the destruction

Feeling so violent inside, like homie you see me, it's nothing

I ain't even beem trusting half of my peoples and loved ones cuz nowadays it's hard to tell who really keeps it a hundred

Man, I'm gunning to be the one that they're watching for

'til then, drop the beat, I'll catch a body on it

(Vlad)

[Outro: Vlad]

Yeah, Los Banditos, God of Tempo, Myles Jetsun, X Mane, Crystal Fox, Pro$pect, nigga. Bandits, nigga. 2016, this our year, nigga