Fashawn - Fashawn

Yeah

I got a fully loaded cartridge and thoughts and enemies

Rhymes razor sharp, that’s that rawkus energy

My heart pump Hennessy

Veins pump Don Julio, rock rubies

Assorted color stones in the jewelry

Picture that

A nigga delegatin' with diplomats

Used to pitch nickel sacks

Now I can shit a stack

Im on it

Defecatin' on your rap performers

Appeal, more the Mass

And Fash passed enormous

I don’t get excited, I get ignited

Burn like a brush fire when I write it

Barb-wire for those bitin'

Titan in the ring, Tyson when I swing

Python, when the mic’s on, I strike harm

Madre know I’ma drug dealer uh

Tecate sippin, my mug’s rippin

Compadre stealin', the slug peelin'

Nonsense, crip’n & blood spillage in the village

No remorse shown, no love given, nigga

No, you don’t know how much trouble you in

No, they just hustle, I hustle to win

Don’t say I’m done, just say I’ve done it again

Homie

If it ain’t the shells, its the gazelles

If I’m not still in a cell, I’m out on bail

Dirty, is what’s under my nails, off the rail

Young homie will fuck up a scale, he hustle well

Count kale off of sellin' broccoli, never fail

Cocky, you can tell, cock is 2XL

Block had to bail

Look like, I just ate rock lobster

All these shells, shocked, you lookin pale

Why?

Cause I prevailed, a hassa for the nail

You hot huh?

Is it cause yo pockets lookin frail?

Memoirs of a Mobsta with a tale

Wrote pop like im Pharrell

Pop pop, two rappers fail

I once was a poster boy for poverty

Until I hit the lottery

'Po, something you gotta see

You niggas will never figure me out

I figured that, figures is what this shit is about

Motha fucka!

No, you don’t know how much trouble you in

No, they just hustle, I hustle to win

Don’t say I’m done, just say I’ve done it again