FTW lyrics

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, let's go)
Yeah
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) let's go

[Chorus: G.T.]
Ever since I was a youngin' I knew I'd be somethin' (be somethin')
Where I grew up, it wasn't nothin' (nothin')
You had to make you somethin' (for real)
n*ggas hatin', b*tches too
That sh*t don't mean nothin' (uh-uh)
All my bros been f*ckin' the game
I'ma just get my nut in

[Verse: G.T.]
How you my opp and you follow my moves?
If I was you, I'd hate me too (yeah)
n*ggas be broke and they steady want beef
But how you want beef? You ain't got no food
This b*tch bad, her friend is too
I hit 'em both 'cause I can't choose (yeah)
I coulda been rapped 'bout gettin' money (yeah)
But I get money, that sh*t ain't new
I gеt to it, I can't get got
Love my city, that's all I got
Now the wholе world say they wanna rock buffs
But back in '08, sh*t would have got you shot
She in my phone sayin' she my b*tch
Sound so dumb, almost got blocked
These n*ggas play like the sh*t a joke
Just like a joke, got n*ggas knocked
[Chorus: G.T.]
Ever since I was a youngin' I knew I'd be somethin' (be somethin')
Where I grew up, it wasn't nothin'
You had to- (Kobe)
n*ggas hatin', b*tches too
That sh*t don't mean nothin' (at all)
All my bros been f*ckin' the world (ayy)
I'ma just get my nut in (wait, wait, wait, ayy)

[Verse: Big Sean]
Get money easy when your life was harder
That Sean not Diddy, I'm more like the carter
I swear that they just went and booked me at Harvard
I blew up my city, myself, I'm a martyr
My dad worked two jobs and was still broke
Told me you gotta work smarter, not harder
The school wasn't chartered, the plane is a charter
She hungry and thirsty for me, but I starve her
I'm a classic player for real
Ain't rockin' the new sh*t, I'm rockin' the Starter
Bombin' on sh*t, yeah, I'm goin' Pearl Harbor
My b*tches so bad, n*ggas wanna f*ck on her like she was Ms. Parker
I'm in the field so long I done got darker
My brother don't rap or sing, but swear he got groupies and stalkers
Ya'll n*ggas live for the net you a blogger (whoa)
I seen it all, I like the Simpsons (damn)
n*ggas be talkin' 'bout ballin'
I must be a ball hog, get paid by the Pistons (God)
Contract like a bad b*tch
Yeah, it keep on gettin' extensions
Next one, I need a percentage
'What other n*ggas you know from the city in Guinness
And really sold hundreds of millions? Hold up' (hold up)
You wasn't there with Street Lord Juan late nights at Capital Park
Plottin' and playin' it smart
G.T. was there with a pure heart, playin' his part (for real)
Same n*ggas hatin', probably trade places with me faster than they blinkin'
Wanna call you crazy, but you only crazy 'til you make it
But then you a genius (let's go)
n*ggas out the city where they don't believe it
'Til they seen it, that's on Sada, Face, Veeze, Pay and Tee, 42, KD, Dej, Peezy, Vez, now it's G.T., go
[Chorus: G.T.]
Ever since I was a youngin', I knew I'd be somethin' (somethin')
Where I grew up, it wasn't nothin', you had to- (Kobe)
n*ggas hatin', b*tches too, that sh*t don't mean nothin' (at all)
All my bros been f*ckin' the world, and I'ma just get my nut in
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go, let's go
Boy, boy