Текст песни McKinley Dixon - F.F.O.L.

Generational snappin', you know if I’m rappin', I'm usin’ my grandfather's words when I write
The language passed down from my head to my heart to my wrist to my fist and my fingers ignite
Eyes open wide, you fantasized 'bout how you catchin' a such wonderful sight
But sadly the nigga next to you, he catchin' a, uh, catchin' a fist full of light (Okay, okay, okay)

Been this way since back in day (Yeah), the mailman saw my OG on porch and the nigga just fled
Made money off Icarus, gold off of Midas, now chain like a hydra, on end, niggas' heads
Put one to my ear, curse has been placed on you, I'm sorry, nigga, that’s just what it said
Show me a legend, I’m finna look at it like why would you show me a nigga that's dead?
Reflection uncanny, I might know his pеoples, but focus, there’s monеy we gotta obtain
Scared little kids like the girl on your necklace, and her son behind her hung up your chain
Probably to you the middle of the table, sittin' on the throne is the best spot, but
Me and my niggas posted up with a view, takin' aim at the despot with

Generational snappin', you know if I’m rappin', I'm usin' my grandfather's words when I write
The language passed down from my head to my heart to my wrist to my fist and my fingers ignite
Eyes open wide, you fantasized 'bout how you catchin' a such wonderful sight
But sadly the nigga next to you, he catchin' a, uh, catchin' a fist full of light (Okay)

Hands full of money in the open, throw it risk-free
Got a blindin' light in my palm where my wrist be
We might have a problem, nigga gon' keep that fist free
Niggas love me so much, it's so wild how they miss me
Na-na-na-na boo-boo, dancin' up in my church shoes
Hop in and out of storybooks, shit you wishin' you could do
Ain't gon' keep it a secret, I show you the spell
Just put your hand over your heart, then inhale and yell
There we stand, bow in hand, silence deadly
Puts his palm on my shoulder, weight is heavy
He leaned in and firmly said to me
He flyin' zig-zag, but he'll die if you steady, thwang
Middle finger release, back of the string
Stand on the hill, watch it twitch when it's slain
If he got in way, he's the only one to blame
And killin' flyin' things always gon' be the same, so (Yeah)

What it's hittin' for?
'Til I get my get-back, bitch, it's big smoke, I'm servin' big dope
'Til the watch got more jewels in the face than a Kanye misquote
My bad, must've misspoke
They brought us over on a boat, left us far from home
Police gave the hood orders over megaphone
From whom the bell tolls every night like a motherfuckin' metronome
Never text the plug once, he just know meet me over at the Texaco
Got gas like a Texaco
I'm overdue, bitch, the next to blow
At best, you motherfuckers questionable
The way my brother cross a nigga would impress the Pope
A lil' water in the bottle help you stretch the soap
If you know, you know
I been blessed with hope, I been the best of both
The light, the dark, ignite the spark
The bite, the bark, the fight, the sword
The righteous law, the pious frauds
The rights, the wrongs, I write them all
They wrote me off, they roped me off, auctioned off
Pots and pans, in the trap makin' matzah balls
Got what you need, nigga, give me a call
Fuck the ref, nigga, let me ball
Father, stretch your hands, I done stretched it all
I done sold it all
Nigga, yeah, ayy