$avage of FGE and No Fatigue
Intro (199X)
[Verse 1: No Fatigue]
She only want me for the.. [x2]
She only want me for the money, but can't pay for a bond
Time is precious, now I gotta make 'em pay for my time
Real Fatigue I say my name more than Optimus Prime
Getting money what you doin if you're not on your grind
N***as loafin' for the loaf, out here moping for some hope
Every time I'm on the track I always shock 'em like a volt
Try to tell them I'm not a joke, like a meme or a coke
She pop up, then he toast, shit ain't fun when you're broke
I was stacking dirty money had to keep it on hush
Soda, I know your bitch got a crush
She see I'm the shit like the toilet won't flush
I can tell she can't get enough
Can't stop won't stop 'till pockets on puff
Rockets on launch, got text like fonts
Get boxed like lunch for being fake like stunts
Never been the type to front, only gas in my blunt
They feeling me like a texture had to show 'em no projector
Had to flex 'round being a flexer, tell 'em king me no checkers
All these pussy n***as nectar, n***as talking like lectures
I'ma do 'em like Hector, like "Where is your protector?" yeah
And my clip long like a rake, touch that bitch down like a tape
That bitch hanging like some drapes, once I up it you too late
She get Buddy if I rage, feel like Luke I should be caged
To that money I'm engaged, no it ain't no parting ways
If your girl with me, I'm gon' bag her where she lay
I'm a dog in my ways, I'm a dog with my strays
Out here tryna make some plays, 'member all them long days
No trail, made the way, I'm just trying to get paid n***a

[Verse 2: $avage]
Yeah
Better go get you some motherfuckin' money n***a
Mob shit man
Young cocky n***a run the city like Rocky
Masked up, when it's time to slide with sticks like it's hockey
Bad bitch wake me up in the morning like coffee
Then I gotta make her get off me, I got shit to do
Hoes ain't nothing boy I been that dude since middle school
My old teachers doubted me, I'm flexing on my principal
Pockets gettin puffy like it's hammer time
AK-47 and the clips is the banana kind
Come and kill your dog like Brian if you a Family Guy
Leave his ass six feet underneath them dandelions
Thinkin' shit sweet like candy Ion say much my tools talking
Like Handy Manny, motherfuck a Grammy
199X this for my mom I know I made her proud
So middle finger to anyone say I let 'em down
This a crooked game, sell your soul and gain the name, yeah
Look, I don't wanna be here, I need to disappear
I can't trust too many motherfuckers y'all don't keep it real
What you grippin' on that hammer for if you ain't tryna kill?
I'm just tryna build, focused on a hundred mill
Bitch I'm major, poolside in the hills, Ion swim
Chasing paper, stay in your lane like tires n***as squeal
Fuck a hater, Ion give a fuck about how n***as feel
If it's beef like a barbecue put this heat to your grill
I'm so tired but can't sleep, guess them nightmans keep me up
I got demons in my head, I got diesel in my blunt
I got family in the feds, I got n***as I need to write
I got 30 in this clip, them bitches will change your life
I pray my brothers never slip up at night
Say a prayer for me too, cause I know I'm not living right
Young n***a he was caught up living life, died in a pistol fight
Whole daughter at home he can't kiss goodnight