True Fein

[Intro]
Critters, they bite

[Verse 1: cr1tter]
Competition never had a chance, like a stillborn
My guy said I'm going too hard, I need to chill more
I be with my motherfucking girls like Gilmore
LEGO with my links, huh bitch, I'm tryna build more
Ah, they do a lot of talking
But when it comes to stepping up, they do a lot of walking
I was born for this, I never got an option
Dropped out in 9th grade just to get it popping
Critters
Uh, uh just to get it popping
Each and everyday my fit go fucking stupid
Bitch I'm in L.A. running 'round like a nuisance
Down for anything, I'm like, "Hi, what's the movement?"
Walking in my Timbs, I'm like, "Bae, let's get booted"
Huh, I'm like, "Bae, let's get booted"
My lyrics stay jumping over heads with agility
Can't fuck with him, he on broke boy activity
Lemme set the scene, lemme set the damn nativity
Repping True Religion, yeah, I wear this shit religiously

[Verse 2: keily rude]
Now what's religion to a true fein?
No I'm not violent but I got the war artillery (Grah, grah)
Looking for something great, I'm looking for a reason
If I love myself, don't need no one distracting me
When you run in circles, footprint is [?]
See the bad in you, realize why they steal (Steal)
You a true light, why were they looking at the glare?
Descend into a new room ask me why I care (Why I care)
Nigga ask me why I care (On my soul)
Nigga ask me why I care
Pew, Pew
I'm not here no mo', I'm living through my soul (Tah, tah)
I see it all in blue, while y'all all taking a toll (Pew, pew)
Play yo' feats, collect yo' debt to tune in the radio (Tah, tah)
Projecting like a photo, you could hear me while they groan (While they groan, while they groan, while they groan)
You could ask me why I'm rude but just see me on my throne (On my throne, on my throne, on my throne)
But just see me on my throne (On my throne, on my throne, on my throne)
Pew, pew