Hear From My People

Lyrics

[Intro: F. Mills] Woo! I like to take hot tracks, you know Let em' die down a bit Then resurrect them Overtime, let's get it [Verse 1: F. Mills] Woo, I moved out to Cali She mad that I came out to Cali, woo I'm surrounded by sand I'm around all this sand like its Saudi Mad I ain't yo man cuz I'm Audi Told you my plans, but you doubt me Oh why you'd doubt me Knew I was the man when you found me Keep them fuck niggas from round me I'm cooling on South Beach You went from the pool to the rivers you pouting I'm keeping my cool I'm not shouting I just say her loss, but fuck I ain't counting Swerved off and left my accountant I can't leave money 'round anyway These cats ain't my friends they just in the way They ask where I been they just really hating Sometimes I just feel like just going so far away [Pre Chorus: F. Mills] And woo! You just might hear from my people And no I ain't talking bout legal See you just gone meet Desert Eagle then fly away I'm there when you look at stars shit I'm out of this world on a starship These broke rappers always wanna start shit Trek rapping on stage like a mosh pit [Chorus: F. Mills] And woo! You just might hear from my people And no I ain't talking bout legal Oh no I ain't mean to deceive you Oh no I ain't mean to deceive you no kinda way And woo! You just might hear from my people And no I ain't talking bout legal See you just gone meet Desert Eagle See you just gone meet Desert Eagle then fly away [Verse 2: F. Mills] I'm outtee, I'm outtee Sun in eyes don't see cloudy I fucked up the game I'm rerouting The shit ain't the same I've been scouting I flew on a falcon Flying so high I'm on Southwest Flew from Atlanta to Texas I'm thanking my conscious Cuz I was gon stay in that bum shit All while she playing See me all I'm tryna do is function I'm just saying dear I'm not staying here I guess you can call that my last year See I'm just gon fall back But pass peers See sometimes you bounce back But pass fears I'm on front stage Now the cash near No fashion, no throwbacks, no cashmere Just t-shirts and jeans Ain't no flash here See you can't see me I moved past here [Chorus: F. Mills] Repeat