Fatboy SSE:
Who’s hot in Nebraska ?
Oh HAKIM!
Yea yeah he’s nice , oh alright he’s hot
Cause see you on the radar
Like at the end of the day , you on the radar
Anybody you fuck with or anything know
You on the radar
Don’t think these labels not watching you
Think these mother fuckers not watching
Cause you , the n***a you think ain’t watching
They watching
I never thought Diddy was watching me
I talked to Diddy myself on the phone
He was talking to me like a regular n***a
It’s some n***a’s who don’t even know you
Some n***a’s who don’t know you my n***a

Burn me alive, I don’t cry
I been stuck inside a drought, I don’t lie
Pray you die, If you do it for the clout
If you speak down on my name
That’s a body that we count
If some things don’t go our way
We don’t cry or make a sound
Burn me alive, I don’t cry
I been stuck inside a drought, I don’t lie
Pray you die, If you do it for the clout
If you speak down on my name
That’s a body that we count
If some things don’t go our way
We don’t cry or make a sound

My wheels is turning, Got them hurting
When I’m putting spark to pen
I’m the reaper when it comes to friend
I forsee they end
I’ve been growing as a man
If I don’t like it, Can’t pretend
Learning things about myself
I didn’t know cause I ain’t been
Through the trials, tribulations
Had to sprint against the wind
Did it all with the state up on my back
It was for them
Lose a limb, if you reaching
I got so much to defend
Gotta keep the dream in motion
Even if it moves a inch
Got the grind when we stayed up in that snake infested house
It was 4 brothers to 1 room
My parents low and down and out
And we was cooking ramen
In so many ways that you can’t count
I felt like Bobby Flay, My wrist working in ways that can’t be found
Burn me alive, I don’t cry
I been stuck inside a drought, I don’t lie
Pray you die, If you do it for the clout
If you speak down on my name
That’s a body that we count
If some things don’t go our way
We don’t cry or make a sound

Burn me alive, I don’t cry
I been stuck inside a drought, I don’t lie
Pray you die, If you do it for the clout
If you speak down on my name
That’s a body that we count
If some things don’t go our way
We don’t cry or make a sound

Call the coppas
Got a 187 (187)
I’m down to die
For everything that I’m selling (That I’m selling)
I pricked my finger with the pen
And signed my name, If I don’t catch my dream I failed
And then my soul go up flames
Dying in vein is never satisfying
I can’t bear that pain and all the weight
I carried on back I never caught a strain
I’m working out, I’m making gains
I Miss my shot, I fix my aim
I lost my mind, And went insane
I got it back, I’m still the same
Who riding with us?
Are you a real one?
When the wheels fall off
Are you going to switch up?
I got to know right now
Cause I get anxious
And if my back against the wall
I’m taking names and losing love

Burn me alive, I don’t cry
I been stuck inside a drought, I don’t lie
Pray you die, If you do it for the clout
If you speak down on my name
That’s a body that we count
If some things don’t go our way
We don’t cry or make a sound

Burn me alive, I don’t cry
I been stuck inside a drought, I don’t lie
Pray you die, If you do it for the clout
If you speak down on my name
That’s a body that we count
If some things don’t go our way
We don’t cry or make a sound