Yungen - F64 lyrics

Yungen... SBTV... F64... listen I was blessed with a gift, and that's rapping To end this present I'm the best, no slacking I don't ever front what I say, bro I'm backing Tell them don't sleep on this hustle, I'm napping I get girls let me reflect Now I'm busting in this wave, I can see s** Where I'm from banging don't get you respect You don't understand the hood, you some V-necks I'm on fire let me melt this They don't see me no more, I'm on my stealth sh** I think a label needs to help this I'm all about me, put me on the market I can sell fish Playing Cod, thinking what I got to brag about They on my nuts, I ain't even bought a banger out And I don't wanna see you man about It's man down man down if I ever bring Rihanna out I'm in the booth and I'm making those hits My brothers on the block, they be breaking those bits Any violation we be raising them sticks Got a couple G's fresh, they ain't taking no lip No diss, I'm in touch with the game I love music, I ain't tryna bust for a name I got a few fans, some beautiful people Some Chris Browning's wanna f** me for the fame A word to my mother I'm the nicest Do it like a dude, this price tag is priceless Jetlag swag, I'm the flyest Freestyles are hard, I don't need to touch mic to show that I'm righteous They got my thinking 'bout cribs Drinking outta bottles, we ain't drinking outta lids I'm tryna give my family the best life So until I bust, I ain't tryna think about kids And these days they don't recognize talent I told 'em give me space cah I need time to plan it Lyrically out of this world, we don't balance Tell me how the f** they've blown and I haven't But f** that, ima blow with time I don't watch them n******gs, do you clock that line The way I did it again, did you clock that line I never had a guilty man, they can't stop my grind So I was only 16 and had a big 9 Throwing mood swings, how can I let sh** slide From the playground, I had to climb out the frame I never been one of them kids to dick ride And am I really that good, that's the new riddle Them man try hard to spit, I just lose dribble Them man do a lot, so they don't say much Them man be talking to the pigs and they do little Speak to me with a nice tone Nick knack paddy whack, give a cat a light bone Head in my music, I ain't tryna fall off So if it gets peak, I got 3 G's that I phone Listen SBTV, my Mum got a blessing, I'm so blessed to be me You see me, I joined the new wave, I'm in depth cah I got a point to prove But I ain't tryna lift a gun, leave me alone I ain't tryna rip a lung I know burners, yeah the 4 5ths the 1, f** a 9 to 5, I ain't a 4:51