F.O.R.

​[Intro]
Time to hide

[Hook]
Flow on rosy, nigga
Never oppose me, nigga
Turn high flyers to poultry, nigga
Check the Scriptures, God chose me, nigga
Flow on rosy, nigga
Never oppose me, nigga
Leave 24 in your back, no Kobe, nigga

[Verse 1: KUZGUN]
This is a TB to when TB couldn't pass past the Giants
This is a TB to back then when I used to half-ass my rhymes, and
This is a TB to EBT cards, now it's just cars with the TV's
Too bad, these weak niggas can't breath, probably got TB
Every bitch you see me with, I make sure they're real kinky
Love when I make them choke like the rings make their pinkies
Beat your ass and call an ambulance for my health
Worthless if you don't love me like I love myself
I'm your angelic hellchild thrown from purgatory
Aware I'm an asshole because in the first place I won't see the world of glory
Love replaced by self-hate, purp, and forties
You know all of these niggas done hurt you, whore, see
But you know damn well, out of all these, I'm the first one cordially
So, all you on the floor, adding a few more to my number of murders or G's
He paid too much to Satan for the Lord to damn him
But Venezuela's doing it for him, there's a manhunt for Hannibal Sanchez
Don't fuck with him, he could raise and erase you niggas
So, shut the fuck up and give the man a damn raise, you niggas

[Bridge]
There's monsters there, there's beasts
There's killers in them streets
They're watching you go sleep

[Verse 2: Almighty U-Sorcerer]
This a TB to when TB wasn’t all that Jazz like Coltrane
Or a TB to when a nigga was still whipping a Ford Range
Or a TB to when that nigga DC was still in Soul Train
TB to when I hit that cruise control and niggas still in the slow lane
TB to when my clip had the 9 on that shit like Anderson
TB to when I had that Rocket in my pocket like Hamilton
Leave 24 in your back like Millsap, nigga
And if he fuck with KUZGUN, we gon kill that nigga
Y'all ain’t in my radar or radius
Got the rocket like Tracy, catch bodies like Brady, the Patriot
Niggas don’t like no Brady Bunch
Sold that Marcia gram for like 80 bucks
See, when niggas get desperate, we liking overcharging niggas
Shoot a nigga in the street and kill the corresponding niggas
I never rest until the rest of them rest in peace
I get arrested, I rest my case till they set me free
I’m like Tyson, I’m biting niggas ears until they Beethoven
I’m killing niggas, man, it’s like my campaign slogan
Sitting in the hotel with the drapes open
I don’t give a crap like a nigga played poker
Fuck a 16, wanna do a 84 like I was Shannon Sharpe
Real Scorpion shit, other niggas, they been lacking off
I’m not even real, just an inner thought of an imbecile
And I might be an afterthought, fuck it, cause I’m fictional

[Verse 3: gamemast15r]
I am TB like tuberculosis
I hope you don't breathe so you can't rap cause I ain't into ho shit
I am TB like a terabyte
I got so much space in my pad that I ain't even have a life
We are TB like the Treasury Board
We make so much fucking cash and we don't pray to the lord
I am the warlord, stick you in the floorboards
I’m the master of your nightmares, call it horror
Fuck that shit it isn’t enough, I want more gore
I have multiple sharp tools to subject you to torture
Enemy of the state, Hennessy at your wake
Spread your body from Iraq to Tennessee that’s your fate
Once you pass I’ll go to your home and blast your mate
Then I masturbate, at a faster rate, because that’s my hate
I pray to Pastor Ma$e that you don’t get a piece of me
I’m a villain of evil, what else could evil be?
I perform anything and everything I can illegally
It seems to me, that you’ve been acting weasley
You know what that means to me? Death will make you cease to be
Snatch you for your Jesus piece, you don’t have any decency
Your luxury car leased, I pray that your face creases and bleeds
And cap you for the diseases you breed

[Outro]
I've accepted my mistakes
I cannot hide from fate
The monster's taken my own life away
This shit will not work
So I'll live and let die, and hope I learn