F.F.O.L. (feat. Teller Bank$)

Lyrics for F.F.O.L. (feat. Teller Bank$)

Generational snapping You know if I'm rapping I'm using my grandfathers words when I write The language passed down from my head To my heart, to my wrist To fist, to my fingers, ignite Eyes open wide, you fantasise 'Bout how you catching such a wonderful sight Sadly the nigga next to you He catchin' a uh, catching a fistful of light Been this way since back in day The mailman saw my OG on porch And the nigga just fled Make money off Icarus Gold off of Midas Now chain like a hydra, on end niggas head Put one to my ear Curse has been placed on you I'm sorry, nigga, that's just what it said Show me a legend, I'm finna look at it like Why would you show me a nigga that's dead? Reflection uncanny, I might know his peoples But focus, there's money we gotta obtain Scared little kids like the girl on your necklace And her son behind her hung up your chain Probably to you the middle of the table Sittin' on the throne is the best spot But me and my niggas posted up with a view Takin' aim at the despot with Generational snapping You know if I'm rapping I'm using my grandfathers words when I write The language passed down from my head To my heart, to my wrist To fist, to my fingers, ignite Eyes open wide, you fantasise 'Bout how you catching such a wonderful sight Sadly the nigga next to you He catchin' a uh, catching a fistful of light Hands full of money in the open, throw it risk-free Got a blindin' light in my palm where my wrist be We might have a problem Nigga gon' keep that fist free Niggas love me so much It's so wild how they miss me Na-na-na-na boo-boo Dancin' up in my church shoes Hop in and out of storybooks Shit you wishin' you could do Ain't gon' keep it a secret, I show you the spell Just put your hand over your heart Then inhale and yell There we stand, bow in hand, silence deadly Puts his palm on my shoulder, weight is heavy He leaned in and firmly said to me He flyin' zig-zag, but he'll die if you steady, thwang Middle finger release, back of the string Stand on the hill, watch it twitch when it's slain If he got in way, he's the only one to blame And killin' flyin' things always gon' be the same, so (Yeah) What it's hittin' for? 'Til I get my get-back, bitch, it's big smoke I'm servin' big dope 'Til the watch got more jewels in the face than a Kanye misquote My bad, must've misspoke They brought us over on a boat Left us far from home Police gave the hood orders over megaphone From whom the bell tolls Every night like a motherfuckin' metronome Never text the plug once, he just know meet me over at the Texaco Got gas like a Texaco I'm overdue, bitch, the next to blow At best, you motherfuckers questionable The way my brother cross a nigga would impress the Pope A lil' water in the bottle help you stretch the soap If you know, you know I been blessed with hope I been the best of both The light, the dark, ignite the spark The bite, the bark, the fight, the sword The righteous law, the pious frauds The rights, the wrongs, I write them all They wrote me off, they roped me off, auctioned off Pots and pans, in the trap makin' matzah balls Got what you need, nigga, give me a call Fuck the ref, nigga, let me ball Father, stretch your hands I done stretched it all I done sold it all Nigga, yeah, ayy