Prophecy - FTBS lyrics

n***a I got dividends to grip Tryna get it in this b**h Timbs construction NY fitted in this b**h That's the uniform homie I was rep it Long before your stylist said it My style is wretched Ghetto slash cla**y slash f** a n***a up apparel Same hoodie from the cover of that double barrel But the target is where ever your market is Label like how we posta market this Where ever n***as is crack selling corners with black felons Never did the farmers market but f**er I cap melons You s**ers in rap telling When we start snitching, start switching Stop acting like s**ers and stop b**hing My n***a the raps clicking Soon as sh** stops I'm back to the gat clicking You could that victim you should just rock with them Torch & Torae n***a Maybach Music is f**ing with IA BX to BK We living, Rap Written, bad b**hes, real spitting