Packed up my stuff
Im on the road to fame
FPMG

They came
Got better I changed
I bet you still thinking the same

No pot to piss in
My rhymes got different
Was down sometimes

But now me and my ^!$$%s get lifted
Was taught something you still skipping
Im chillen in the passenger seat today

Spence whippin
And its time to ride tho
People turn up apon my arrival

My own comp
No need for a rival
These fools aint hard bro

I call em some styrofoam
This green blessing aint good without this salad dressing
Cheese

Take a picture
Thats ya girl but i bet my ^!$$% leave with her
(Thats ya girl but i bet my ^!$$% leave with her)


Damn it feels good to be so right
So right

My team with me tonight
Its gone be alright
Yall say the sky's the limit

But we exceeding that height
So right


We all we got
Keep working aint nobody taking our spot
High socks flip flops

Im chillen
My drink straight you chase
Im chillen

Tryna get you back in line
You need to know its our time
One of a kind our shirts

Are gilden
Painting the city
Now we bout to own the building

Its all money so how you feeling
This green blessing aint good without this salad dressing
Cheese

Take a picture
Thats ya girl but i bet my ^!$$% leave with her
(Thats ya girl but i bet my ^!$$% leave with her)


So right