Nike (Freestyle)

Lyrics

[Intro: Fam-Lay] (DJ Cipha Sounds) Yeah (Let's go!) Traintago Star Trak Uh uh [Verse 1] It's Fam-Lay, cuz, straight from Huntersville Damn, my folk now pronounce it Gunnaville Told y'all before, if my bros do comin' here [?] gone be shit but a bunch of blood in here Six foot, sweatpants, cornrows, XL Knives et cetera, don't make me wet ya Uh, uh, uh, the west can't protect ya I keptcha to stretch ya [?] Now you know how I do, when I come through When I come through, nigga the gun come, too I'll cop the pump 1, 2, run upon you and take what I want from you Just the way momma's only son do [?] wanna some, they can come, get some, too I'm publics enemy, two jugs of Hennessy Living the life only thugs of Virginia see Black bastard and all black masses Wanna push us, smoke is no joke, I better stop laughing Niggas rap about that and this But the real truth about all of that is this, nigga Never confuse that with this 'Cause that lil' nigga Fam-Lay [?] Get your hustle for your chain and watch And then I push you for your chain and watch, watch Virginias killa, get realer on the [?] drug dealer, gorilla, on a four wheeler Listen, life's too short to take a long time to get rich So I'mma bout to grab a revolver and make this grip quick We from Virginia, dog, don't about being safe I stay on my feet, [?] Switch my flow from crack to [?] I sold a couple O's and dro, back the d 'Cause the dro move too slow, let's have a meal Trafficking to feds [?] [?] used guns to take more dough, so stick in meat, no hoe Move for the million, man [?] about a billion grams Y'all folks, here's the man Who gon' drink all your liquor and steal your fans Even my chick in here is about that They gon' fuck you, kill you and keep their mouth shut I'm a south cat All 'cause of links and designer shoes You was all in the pink [?] line the news Cockney, German Sheppard gonna find the clues Trynna see where in the fuck I have the crew Hide your food, cause we ain't gone starve You silly if you thinking that we ain't gon rob Anytime this nigga from Virginia rhyme, it's dinner time Them seven million [?] and put 'em in the line I'm better gettin' mine Star Trak, Fam-Lay, Ice Gang you sucka, cuz