F64

[Intro]

Yungen

SBTV, F64

Listen

[Verse]

I was blessed with a gift, and that's rapping

Saying this present I'm the best, no slacking

I don't ever front what I say, bro I'm backing

Tell them don't sleep on his hustle, I'll nap him

Uh, I get girls, let me reflect

Now I'm busting in this wave, I can see sex

Where I'm from banging don't get you respect

You don't understand the hood, you some V-necks

Uh, I'm on fire, let me melt this

They don't see me no more, I'm on my stealth shit

I think a label needs to help this

I'm all about me, put me on the market I can sell fish

Playing COD, thinking what I got to brag about

They on my nuts, I ain't even brought a banger out

And I don't wanna see you man about

It's man down man down if I ever bring Rihanna out

I'm in the booth and I'm making those hits

My brothers on the block, they be breaking those bits

Any violation, we be raising those sticks

Got a couple G's fresh that ain't taking no lip

No diss, I'm in touch with the game

I love music, I ain't tryna bust for a name

I got a few fans, some beautiful people, some Chris Browning's wanna fuck me for the fame

And word to my mother, I'm the nicest

Do it like a dude, this price tag is priceless

Jetlag swag, I'm the flyest

Freestyles are hard, I don't need to touch mic to show I'm righteous

Uh, they got my thinking 'bout cribs

Drinking outta bottles, we ain't drinking outta lids

I'm tryna give my family the best life

So until I bust, I ain't tryna think about kids

And these days they don't recognise talent

I told 'em give me space 'cause I need time to plan it

Lyrically out of this world, we don't balance

Tell me how the fuck that they've blown and I haven't

But fuck that, I'ma blow in time

I don't watch them niggers, do you clock that line?

The way I did it again, did you clock that line?

I never had a guilty man, they can't stop my grind

So I was only 16 and had a big 9

Throwing mood swings, how can I let shit slide

From the playground, I had to climb out the frame, I never been one of them kids to dick ride

And am I really that good, that's the new riddle

Them man try hard to spit, I just lose dribble

Them man do a lot, so they don't say much

Them man be talking to the pigs and they do little

Uh, speak to me with a nice tone

Nick knack paddy whack, give a cat a light bone

Head in my music, I ain't tryna fall off

So if it gets peak, I've got 3 G's that I phone

Listen SBTV, my mum's got a bless and I'm so blessed to be me

You see me, I joined the new wave, I'm in depth 'cause I got a point to prove

But I ain't tryna lift a gun

Leave me alone I ain't tryna rip a lung

I know burners, yeah the 4 5ths the 1, fuck a 9 to 5, I ain't a 4:51