YFG FATSO – Truthful Epiphanies Lyrics

Truthful Epiphanies – YFG FATSO Lyrics

(Ayy, ayy, Captain)

Tryna hide, we come through, find him, Lil Go swingin' 6

Who the fuck doin' it again? He just dick ride, that same shit got him hit

Yo' fans gon' get you killed, this Chi-Raq business, you a lil' Philly bip

At fifteen, I was walkin' down on shit, my gun while niggas kissed

At fifteen, you was stealin' rollers, boy, stop lyin' like you do hits

You grown, but that mean nothin', I bend out, hunt, now I make him the oldest vic'

Long live Hawk, it was blood, brother ain't gettin' off, you ain't never drop blood or shit

The first nigga gotta get bossed, so I'm payin' the cost, it was never a random blick

Me and Lil 10 in the car, probably slimed on Nick, I was dancin' while holdin' the stick

Niggas can't dirt my name, but I'm known to talks, for the rap, I was up in the mix

He dyed his hair dickridin', like he be slidin' for the birds, who the fuck is this?

I ain't never heard of your name, on no street shit, no B's, no first attempts

You claim that shit with pride, you must go and ride, once they shootin' up, they quit

I did too many drills, long live Big Drillz, kill niggas, no aim assist

Think he a murderer, now I done seen'd it all, young feign off too many sniffs

You a bitch nigga who reads, you send him the feign, tell him kill him right after the pic

You didn't wanna land in this shit, but you already in, they ain't know I was ridin' with risk

Everybody gotta go down, I'ma be the one sendin' them up, make 'em crash the whip

Do what ya'll seen on live, send shit in the sky, he ain't never hurt a bug or shit

You playin' like we got a line, you know we get, you been hidin', we kill his bitch

Ask him when Heath got hit, he ain't scared to be off, shots damn near lost his dick

Homicides, we do it all, got my hand on the ball, face shot make 'em fall and twitch

One of mine died, we won, got the scored untied, same day we don't stall or sit

You know I be up in the cop, but with somebody down, let the young guys claim the hit, yeah

You know it's no way to be evil, want nothin' in rap

Them niggas killin' you slowly and ain't even tellin' you, we the ones get shit wrapped

Money ain't shit, need money, the war, so I went and got a lot of that pussy-ass trap

Don't give no fuck about none of that shit, if she claimin' you winnin', come back to the Raq

Yeah, yeah, uh, kill the president, he tried to play with me, this ain't that

You seen the vid' of me tryna get a charge, just call up my brothers to get more back

No, what I'm on, niggas never could play with me, humble too long, let me come with the facts

Up seven-seven, wouldn't even try and play with me, sent an apology song with a rap

Niggas be consistently yellin' out, "Hawk," last time that I checked, y'all known for that

Remember the split when you try and throw 'em back , it was nineteen shots to your lil' brother chest

Hawk had died tryna get one of y'all, but we ain't leave, brother ain't have to come back

And right after that, we got back in the V, I lost a twin, a soul gets snatched, bitch