Beware

Lyrics

[Intro: F. Mills] I swear this reminds me of out west man Shout out to Skinnyman he brung out the God flow man Aye this that Oakley uhh, Heath St. & Claremont flow Shout out to Carl [Verse 1: F. Mills] You just asking questions I'm the one that's learning lessons while my mouths closed Thats wisdom from the south though Shouts to Pascagoula Grand pappy didn't pass ya school or But what he amassed from the masses couldn't measure with a fucking ruler No religion but that's hallelujah Ex girl screaming I had to do ya, ohh Woooooooohhh No love out here Far from scrubs out here I had the rims on the Charger plus the dubs out there Younger brother riding shottie Who got em The one beside em The way that we moved like water You'd swear that I was Poseidon Our life is beyond exciting But haters they try and fight it yeah [Chorus: F. Mills] So I tell em beware Fuck if they're scared It's no luck for you here That's all that I could do If you run up then they stopping you Cross them front lines, they popping you [Verse 2: F. Mills] Shit, you insult mine they stalking through Silence when they move cuz time expired for a talking to See we just grinding on a block or two Birds up in they homes I ain't referring to a cockatoo The greatest here in flesh is what it constitutes Finally caught my breath it's been a hot pursuit Fuck whoevers left I'm checking lockers too Bullies of the new school Used to putting out movies, truly But this is just a lil preview I just preface what we do All that's left is a sequel to bring in more of my people Hear our stories you see through Allegories we painting vividly horrors you peep through Moving forward to teach you [Chorus: F. Mills] That you just gotta beware Fuck if they're scared It's no luck for you here That's all that I could do If you run up then they stopping you Cross them front lines, they popping you [Verse 3: F. Mills] You front mine, I'm dropping you No apologies come toward us I give an order they follow through We never favored all them crowds Halls barren from we blaring multiple rounds Suffer you down Shit, we had enough of you clowns I'm the same one independent Still don't fuck with you now That same rapper still getting it I'm just lusting it now I was in love, but I learned you can't put trust in them now Always watch yo investment though in deep waters you test em If you crossing them borders Make sure you packing a vest and Up top but back at the Westin Learned you stop with the guessing I'm professing what a nigga just know [Chorus: F. Mills] So I tell em beware Nigga fuck if they're scared It's no luck for you here That's all that I could do If you run up then they stopping you Shit, cross them front lines, they popping you, yeah