FATT lyrics

[Intro]
I walk up, they like “damn that’s Fatt“
Im the hardest out, that’s facts
I’m the hardest out, that’s facts
Fatt, Aye, Aye
Aye, Aye
I walk up, they like “damn that’s Fatt“
I’m the hardest out, that’s f-

[Verse]
I walk up, they like “damn that’s FATT“ (Fatt)
I’m the hardest out, that’s fact’s (Fact’s)
TJ used to call himself, “my twin”, now he a f*ckin’ rat
Tryna hold my guard, and stay away, so I don’t get attached
I’m the one, give all this love away, and never get it back
Behind your love, it’s gon’ be murder (Murda)
I signed my deal, and buy your birkin’
You my twin, bae, you my dirty
Bro got FN, I got my 30
You want the n*gga, i let you have ‘em
I left mеlvin blew up faster
She thе devil, I’m the pastor, how I’m preachin’ to the streets
She play me like Ouija, I learnt all these hoes was sneaky
When it’s smoke down to me, we whack ya daddy, and get even
Why you thug me, why you leave me?
You ain’t want me, now you need me (Need me)
I’m the sh*t like I’m Lil Reese, I been that n*gga, since a fetus (Fetus)
Now I’m high off every drug, that you can buy, I’m seein’ people (Seeing people)
Keep yours out, I’m not gone shop, my brother get ‘em in for cheaper
Free Lil Zai, he kept sh*t solid, plus he locked up for no reason
Stayin’ high, three sixty five, I kept some five through out the seasons
I rock ice, now I’mma anemic
I brought 50 racks to regions
I done made it out my city, but I still fly back to see ya (See ya)
Pour a wockhardt in a liter (Liter)
Bro shooting dope holes through needle (Needle)
My b*tch pay my bills, she fine as hell, I love her she a Libra (Libra)
Smaky died, and I meet Keyley
Few years back, she wouldn’t seen me
I’m the one, did all the dreamin’ till I did this sh*t for real
Comin’ trim poppin’ pills (Pills)
I’m so numb I’m trynna feel (Feel)
Told my dukes “I signed a deal” (Deal)
Told my bro “I’m trynna spin” (Tryna spin)
If I keep on poppin’ perkys, I feel one day, they might kill me (Kill me)
Really trynna find my purpose, I might die the way I’m livin’
Used to walk around feelin’ worthless, but sh*t nowadays I’m winnin’ (I’m winning)
Talk to God, apologize, for the fact I’m always sinnin’
Talk to God, apologize, for when we load up and go get ‘em
Put your foot down in my f*ckin’ shoes, you can’t even step off in ‘em
All them times, I came right back to you, it’s over you remember? (You remember?)
[Outro]
Yeah, It’s over you remember? (You remember?)