F.T.F.
Terry Boateng
Yeah
I’m the coldest in the cul de sac
But they won’t cut me any slack
So I just swig the henny back
This ain’t just any rap
Tryna make that penny back
From all the time spent
Sometimes I wonder where my time went
I grow in hunger
Won’t go under
That’s where I end
I got her number
Now she’s rubbing on my slight bend
And he might be like me ever so slightly
But he’ll never be me
See i’ll be aiming for your family tree
I’ll put one in your dad
And then me and your mum can happily meet