Kiss Up (Come on F.A.M)

Nothing that I do, I like to speak about it
I keep it real, yeah my n****s like to be about it
I'm going international, I got a chick, she German
I gotta line that with my vehicle, I'm tryna' earn it
I see my payroll getting longer
As my friends dwindle down
Are your friends really friends when they wanna hold you down?
I can't keep a circle
‘Cause I’m too big for a circle
They say my ego large, only scratching at the surface
I’m done being humble for the sake of being humble
If I feel myself and you don’t like it
Homie, we can rumble
Hot and cold, black and white
Either way, I’m working
Y’all dropped the ball
I picked it up and never stopped running
Blood on my sneakers ‘cause I step up
N****s looking at me for a check stub
Got me on a pedestal, y’all look up
Pay respect to your elder
N***a, kiss up
Much to your chagrin
I can never play pretend
I’m that n***a, I’m the man
I don’t operate with kids
Oh my god, get a life
Yeah, I’m wrong when I’m right
If you listen to the fakes
They don’t wanna pay the price
All my dues that I paid
Still in the first phase
Hit the chair, slide my barber twenty-five for the fade
Hit the road, to the studio to murder where I go
Ima make it, thats a fact
Ain’t nobody on my back
I’m as light as a feather
N***a what you thought, I’d let up?
Uh
All that shit you talking, n***a, get yourself together
I watch shit grow to a one man show
Brady bunch, but them n****s like to cry when I throw
Tell me something
Why you think I’m coming for your neck?
‘Cause you fake, yeah
All that shit rhetorical, you common but I ain’t, yeah
Ima talk my shit
Ain’t no stopping what I think, yeah
Do this shit alone, yeah I’m in the right place, yeah
Money in the bag, lets get to counting
I’m so done being nice
You know I see you pouting
Hit my brother on the snap
Tryna’ make your way back
Hell nah
Take your shot, throw that shit right back
N***a nah