Sam Hayne - Frfr

Not here for the games not for fame
Fuck is you saying run up a check
Fuck what you claim we not the same
Calling your bluff I’m calling collect
Foot on the gas foot on their necks
Smoking that gas OG wreck
Down to my last I had to finesse
She throwing it back that Mitchell and ness
First you get the bag then double it
Secure the bag no fumbling
I don’t have the time for real
Unless she a dime for real
Stuck in the grind for real
I'm tryna get mine for real
I don’t have the time for real
I’m stuck in the grind for real
Okay they done got me started
Should’ve have told you I was cold hearted
Fendi prints on my daughter garments
Treat it likes it’s now or never
Cutting ties imma let it sever
Take this shit to another level
Play wit bands like it’s heavy metal
Hear the horse when you hit the pedal
Surrrk
No time for real
Stuck in the grind for real
Strap like the navy seals
Get mine for real
I Don’t Have a uncle Phil
Stacking up the Dolla bills
No time to chill
Give a Fuck how you feel
Shooters like Bradley Beal
I’m The Real deal Evander Holyfield
You was on the porch never in the field
All that IG cap them Boys was never real
Running up these laps this shit is overkill
Smoking on some flight we out in Nashville
Laugh to the bank we making deposit
Yea we got Option Fly to the tropics chill on the island Smoking excotic
Please do not try me Real ones beside me
Bitch I’m the god but this is not gospel
Bigger then life I’m feeling colossal
Brodie he strap just for survival
You know the vibes if you wanna go viral
Not here for the games not for fame
Fuck is you saying run up a check
Fuck what you claim we not the same
Calling your bluff I’m calling collect
Foot on the gas foot on there necks
Smoking that gas OG wreck
Down to my last I had to finesse
She throwing it back that Mitchell and ness
First you get the bag then double it
Secure the bag no fumbling
I don’t have the time for real
Unless she a dime for real
Stuck in the grind for real
Im tryna get mine for real
I don’t have the time for real
I’m stuck in the grind
Oh no they done got me started
Tell the reverend get the dearly departeds
Rapper niggas don’t wanna end up a target
Cap a lot but I can tell u niggas fraudin
Grippin this shit I won’t let go
Bitch I been ready since set go Been on a mission
Fraud niggas shouldn’t get close
Spittin this shit like a tech so Don’t end up a victim
Big faces or the small faces I need all faces nigga run up da bag
Money thumbing Money counter running
While you little niggas only runnin ya trap
God features And ma locs swinging that’s the top reason that ya girl in lap
None better screaming fuck pressure run a marathon wit it all on my back
Quick as a sprinter No time for beginners
No cap in my lyrics Champagne in my liver
Infected wit real this shit all in my system
I stack like a Jew But I ball like a piston
Rappers say they want it I tell em come get it
End up in a walker I’m callin em Kimba
That’s for any rapper thinkin he iller
That’s some shit I want y’all all to remember
On my job like I’m clockin in
Got a lotta haters not a lotta friends
Man This forever this is not a trend
This is not a gimmick This is not pretend
I’m a 100 spliffs wit a shot of Gin
You seem Reggie heddies wit a lot of stems
Bro pleasewhat’s one of you little niggas to a OG Flow mean
Leave a little nigga wit a nigga wit a nose bleed Spitta
Aye N8 we got these niggas bro
Yop Yop Yop
Not here for the games not for fame
Fuck is you saying run up a check
Fuck what you claim we not the same
Calling your bluff I’m calling collect
Foot on the gas foot on their necks
Smoking that gas OG wreck
Down to my last I had to finesse
She throwing it back that Mitchell and ness
First you get the bag then double it
Secure the bag no fumbling
I don’t have the time for real
Unless she a dime for real
Stuck in the grind for real
Im tryna get mine for real
I don’t have the time for real
I’m stuck in the grind for real
I’m stuck in the grind for real

Written by:
Fred Bentley, Jracarr Johnson, Julian Johnson, Nathaniel Riggs, Terrell Beckman

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