"F.Y.P.M."

Verse 1:
Fuck you pay me, fuck what they think on the label
Nigga we ain't signed no paper, make no paper yet need the money, shut the fuck up/ nigga you got me fucked up, middle man told me wait a minute, be gentle man/ label head went ahead and then boxed us, cable man, tryna fock us under the table and I ain't see no paper yet/
Nigga fuck you, I need a check on my mama/ whole lotta commas, gold collar work/ promise,  no drama, Keanu/ making cheese, Damianos/
90s baby, mama made me fresh up out the CAHSEE/ bops and bottles celebration/ I'm the shit, constipation/ain't coming out with shit , we just droppin legend, heaven/ Jimi Hendrix, chocolate Elvis, Mama help us, pray for Ricky/ he on a case of swisher sweets, drinks, and naked bitches/ think it's safe to say he sinnin/ label bought a wrist that could feed the children/ wear a chain to his ding a Lang, made him swear to make it rain/ gold fangs in his grill day to day/
Money like Anna Mae, what's love got to do with that Benjamin face, po me up a drank, bottles by the case, saki for my Japanese hottie, anime/
We gone be rich on my Mama, eye on the dollar/ it ain't no Ralph though on my collar/ God I need a million dollars

HOOK
I see you niggas never fuck with us
The problem with you niggas
You niggas never belong
(Repeat 2x)

VERSE 2
All the hos like a pageant/
Pray to me like I'm Sabbath/
Black and white, classic
Po'd up, we fucked up, Absynth/
Holdin onto my glasses/
These hos believe like magic/
Swear I get it from pappy/
Like miller high life, my life Muhfucka/
Nigga been a monster, caged and I rage in the middle of the function/on stage, hella Jumpin, fists pumped for the kids in the front, middle fingers to the ones not Turnt the fuck up/
Band granted krunk, bass in the trunk, move keys like a trap God, rap Gawd, slap artists wan fuck with us, fuck ya'll, buck buck buck buck buck/
ain't shit to say to y'all niggas,
Fuck around and pour the malt liquor/
I been dead, zombie loc/
They don't fuck with us, adios/
Pendleton draped in hater blood
Rappers act like they don't know a nigga/ jealous older niggas don't know a nigga in the band, come on man, nigga you seen us ragin/
I been amazing, G's ventilation/ middle aging niggas wanna be mes, imitation/ SK the sacred, I see no limitation/ people see power in a poets communication/ loook, can't get me on a hook/ til all these Muhfucka wan book/ the black band, God gotta plan for us young niggas huh/

HOOK
I see you niggas never fuck with us
The problem with you niggas
You niggas never belong
(Repeat 2x)