Fear No Man lyrics

[Intro: A-Reece]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: A-Reece]
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these b*tches, yeah
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that a young n*gga live in, yeah
That sh*t don't make me who I am
That sh*t don't make me real
That sh*t don't make me who I am
That sh*t don't make me real, yeah
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these b*tches, yeah
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that a young n*gga live in, yeah
That sh*t don't make me who I am
That sh*t don't make me real
That sh*t don't make me who I am
That sh*t don't make me real, yeah

[Verse 1: Ex Global]
Yeah, he chose her, but she chose me
Yeah, he don't love her, she always lonely
All the haters, it's hard to know me
But I go like I'm Kobe
I've been waiting so you can show me, that you can
All I know you phone me
All those racks, all those hits
All that sh*t I've never had
That sh*t don't make me who I am
That sh*t don't make me real
And now I'm booming like I'm Metro, like I got a deal
He know I'm gone, I hope you take the time to really heal
And now I'll suffer untill the time you come up to the hills
[Verse 2: I.M.P THA DON]
It's all about you, you, you and the sh*t that you do, yeah
It's all about you and the people you choose to be around you, yeah
It's all about you and paying your dues
Man, it's all about movement
Yeah, its all about you and the sh*t that you prove
My n*gga just do it, yeah
If you want it, go and get it boy it's yours (Boy it's yours)
We've been 'bout it, I ain't switching on my dogs (On my dogs)
We done made it from the bottom, n*gga, we on, yeah
I ain't never going back, n*gga, we gone (n*gga we gone, yeah)

[Hook: A-Reece]
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these b*tches, yeah
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that a young n*gga live in, yeah
That sh*t don't make me who I am
That sh*t don't make me real
That sh*t don't make me who I am
That sh*t don't make me real, yeah
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these b*tches, yeah
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that a young n*gga live in, yeah
That sh*t don't make me who I am
That sh*t don't make me real
That sh*t don't make me who I am
That sh*t don't make me real, yeah
[Verse 3: Krish]
Got these Nicki-ass b*tches out for me
No, I can't move like that, I hope they won't be cuffin me
Got me a chosen few, a young n*gga maneuvers properly
Yeah, can't believe it
They all around me getting too close, they all tryna take a picture
Yeah, pose for the camera
Click that sh*t, don't make me who I am (No)
That sh*t don't make me real, that sh*t don't make a young n*gga Krish
Knew I'm a star, back when they ain't knew who we are
Snakes, they hissing from a far
Stay prayed up, I hope they starve

[Verse 4: Wordz]
Fear no men, but God himself
Still the hottest on this sh*t
First tape went number two and a young n*gga ain't rest yet
I get it, why these shy n*ggas steady out here clout fishing
I get it, why these these b*tches teaming up
Steady trying to pull missions
Yeah, they ain't got banking accounts
They ain't got realing amounts
That's what they tripping about, yeah
You know I had vision about
We taking different route
Thank God we figured it out
[Hook: A-Reece]
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these b*tches, yeah
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that a young n*gga live in, yeah
That sh*t don't make me who I am
That sh*t don't make me real
That sh*t don't make me who I am
That sh*t don't make me real, yeah
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these b*tches, yeah
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that a young n*gga live in, yeah
That sh*t don't make me who I am
That sh*t don't make me real
That sh*t don't make me who I am
That sh*t don't make me real, yeah

[Outro: A-Reece]
Yeah, my momma always told a n*gga one thing, yeah
If you want it, go and get it boy it's yours
Yeah, my momma always told a n*gga one thing, yeah
If you want it, go and get it boy it's yours