Figgadelli - Wrestler

I hop out im flexin, kick the Law ass like its Tekken
I see my P.O. show up wit that pee tho, im ready im passin them tests
Smoke my trees on the low when Im stressin
On my J-O-B and I got pressure
I just want me a belt like wrestler
I stood right on them ropes like a wrestler
Figga move like a Ghost you cant catch-em
Baby mommas be tryna molest him
Why them police be tryna arrest him?
Couple woadies got 40’s and FN’s
Sip a fo’dy and cry for my bredren
I miss all my dead homies, I love dem
Turn my heat off the company buggin
Might just heat up this bitch with da oven
Aint got time for no kissin and huggin
No they cant understand why Im thuggin
Cut dem fuck niggas out now im buzzin
Took me straight out the pot I was bubbling
All that cappin dont add up nothing
I pitch right right down the plate like my cousin
I just paid all my bills now im scrambling
Slept in air BnB’s I said fuck it
Run the field like a eagle im randle
Break a leg, I dont need no damn crutches
Smokin backwoods we used to roll dutches
Now we roll up that runtz out in public
I be up in the clouds out in buckhead
Community service out bankhead
Stain aint stay on my clothes but the gank did
Ima real one I dont play that fake shit
I hop out im flexin, kick the Law ass like its Tekken
I see my P.O. show up wit that pee tho, believe me I’m passin them tests
Smoke my trees on the low when Im stressin
On my J-O-B and I got pressure
I just want me a belt like wrestler
I stood right on them ropes like a wrestler
Smell that victory and I can taste it
They told me my talent, dont waste it
Told lil momma dont try to replace me
I layed out the blueprint I aint Jay Z
Like a sample she trying to taste me
Yea I taste that girl too I aint lazy
Like my stew wit a whole bunch of gravy
I Dive right in that water no navy
I swim all in that cat wit no Beijing
I need chains on me, Mr. T , A Team
I love peace I dont like awkward silence
I dont like all that bullshit and nonsense
I dont like when I come in its quiet
But I like when we insight a riot
I dont like when I walk in you frowned up
All im tryn do, come lift ya crown up
All I’m tryn do is come lift ya gown up
I dont come with that hatin and clown stuff
Ima king I just wanna hold ya crown up
We was lost but Atlanta done found us
Bout to build up this shit from the ground up
Lotta money and cars ima round up
Its bad bitches and loyalty round us
Cut it on nigga gon turn the sound up
All i know is I keep it a milli
Pardon my french im from Philly
Kick you some game word to Gillie
Yous a lie if you say you dont feel me
Tryna go out a legend like Kobe
Them fuck niggaz they hate and they joe me
They go right, I go left I’m Ginobili
I came straight out the jungle Im Moglee
I hop out im flexin, kick the Law ass like its Tekken
I see my P.O. show up wit that pee tho, believe me I’m passin them tests
Smoke my trees on the low when Im stressin
On my J-O-B and I got pressure
I just want me a belt like wrestler
I stood right on them ropes like a wrestler

Written by:
Colin Fequa II

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