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