FDR Music

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] Still on my G shit Quit never, crisp leather Bricks have a dish better, quick pleasure Advocating action, fuck delayed satisfaction Visions start advancing when you built like an assassin Queens, known for blasting fake thugs, emotion masking Different block, same story, food is glory, catch us basking Clarify confusion through trial and question asking While my niggas want to chill and stand still while time passing To elevate the block you got to imitate the clock Constant motion is essential, shit is mental, never not Don't invite me to play games like this is Facebook This .45 right on my waist will leave your face took Rocking the fresh silk, flowing like breast milk Analyze who got the best built We do this Nowadays reality is like a dream Catch me fucking with the queen of the ocean pussy team Word up [Hook: Carrie Wilds] What I got is better than money What I got you can't take it from me A powerful noise, a triumph in sound Like a shout, let it ring out 'Til they all fall [Verse 2: Hologram] I gave my gun plastic surgery but it's metal Cut the nose down, now I'm riding through the ghetto With the sawed-off shottie and four more bodies It's about to be a 211, a armed robbery Or a 261, that's rape You wine/whine, you got smashed like a grape 187 in the 7-1-8 It's hologram and my bullets are hollow fam Bitch [Hook]