FDR Music

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
Still on my G shit
Quit never, crisp leather
Bricks have a dish better, quick pleasure
Advocating action, fuck delayed satisfaction
Visions start advancing when you built like an assassin
Queens, known for blasting fake thugs, emotion masking
Different block, same story, food is glory, catch us basking
Clarify confusion through trial and question asking
While my niggas want to chill and stand still while time passing
To elevate the block you got to imitate the clock
Constant motion is essential, shit is mental, never not
Don't invite me to play games like this is Facebook
This .45 right on my waist will leave your face took
Rocking the fresh silk, flowing like breast milk
Analyze who got the best built
We do this
Nowadays reality is like a dream
Catch me fucking with the queen of the ocean pussy team
Word up

[Hook: Carrie Wilds]
What I got is better than money
What I got you can't take it from me
A powerful noise, a triumph in sound
Like a shout, let it ring out
'Til they all fall

[Verse 2: Hologram]
I gave my gun plastic surgery but it's metal
Cut the nose down, now I'm riding through the ghetto
With the sawed-off shottie and four more bodies
It's about to be a 211, a armed robbery
Or a 261, that's rape
You wine/whine, you got smashed like a grape
187 in the 7-1-8
It's hologram and my bullets are hollow fam
Bitch

[Hook]