Chester P - F.M.H lyrics

First chance I was up in the spotlight
Real br'ers all shed tears for a lost life
On road they roll with lock knives
And hold the block like two
Cats with a rock pipe
Cyclones will clear the whole zone
My bars are so cold I
Write and catch frost bite
Locked horns with kids who make dogs fight
Lost in a plot to stop rights
I walk like Christ
No love just short days and long nights
Think twice, you've rolled the wrong dice
You're lost like the crazy cats
Who wanna bomb flights
Two twists and one life
To see this world you need two
Telescopes and a strong sight
Strong heart, strong will and a strong might
See me back in the grind
In the back of my mind


I keep telling myself I'm on the wrong flight
Can't sleep 'cus kids whip
Hot bikes all night
Weak hearts fall to the strong might
Cocaine is on sight, beyond white
Kids got smack and crack
And money strong like
Living ain't nuttin' but stress
So fuck long life
Inhale exhale and it's on like
Summer ain't nuttin' but filth
Milf and honey bonzai, inside out
A crash dummy from long time
Money ain't nuttin' but rent too
Shifty, don't like police don't pretend to
Sittin' on a block on the way
Not a dock on the bay
But that's life man what can I say? It's real
In the grind doing whatever pays the bills
One of these ways to deals
One of my greatest skills
I've been living this fight and
When I ring the alarm
It ain't a drill you're in a
Game where you play to kill
Play to kill or be killed
I be shottin' a draw my whole life
Now I'm looking for a major deal
To escape the place where I face the fate
Of doing 18 months behind a gate of steel
And I place my faith in this day to day
Database with a great appeal
I'm still fresh from the press
And I stay surreal
Fresh from the press and I
Stay surreal you see
In a matter of fact the rap scanner
Slash Bruce Banner slash Valhalla is back
From the streets with the family plaques
In the back where the batteries
Packed in for salary
In a room with class A's and Valery
Me and this chick's like Mick
And young Mallory trust
One love for life becomes charities lust
To run gravities ground to find clarity
Deep in the pit's of hell it's like Galilee
Trapped in the trench your mind
Could lose calories quick
Li'l Amelie is bagging the chips
And bragging the whip
I'm back in the bit's without sanity
Li'l Amelie is bragging the chips
And bragging the whip
I'm back in the bit's without clarity
Chewing on the taste of air and no money
Summer ain't nuttin' but filth
Milf and honey
Fix me a regular dose of vibrations
Step to this land of far and migrate
Stepped from a place of less than motivation
Fresh with a twist of lime the hydrate
Clash with the devil again the reinvention
Death in it's regular form of the intentions
Look man, take a look at the book man
Twenty four bars and a regular hook
Same cats with a regular look
Same hats, same creps, same regular bops
The same STDs
The same weed from a regular crook
Same beats, same beefs with a regular cook
Same drinks, same favourite song
The same clubs to dance
So thank god I stay ahead of the boogs
I'm gone
In a place that's known to young mummies
Milf that will melt in your
Mouth it's not funny
The one thing I got right now it's not money
Summertime came and hey it weren't sunny
Peace never came and it's gone
But, I know this old hippie out here
Who could play you a song
It's called "Love never cost me
Much until i stole it"
Played for my ticket to ride
But can't hold it lost to my queen of hearts
And my opponent drowned
In the shadow of hate and self loathing
Challenging the art of escape, it's Houdini
Coming with a mask and a cape
It's too dreamy
Dog by the side with pride, it's bare zeeny
Slash dogzilla, the killer of two genies
Catch two thrillers in villas
With two beanies
Crash two bars tequilas and martinis
Lost in a bag of regrets and past tense
Sort of like kryptonite and Clark Kent
Drunk trying to say your name on park benches
Slumped tryna' summon the spells
For last strength jumped up
Young and he's looking to pull heat
Got punched up quicker than
Dillan can pull teeth
Now knuckle head kids they feel
I'm a full geek
Cause, I'm running on my own and
They run in a full fleet
No chance of a robbery here, I'm too broke
Lost friends, lost time but I can't lose hope
Truth don't duck nor dive and chew rope
And love don't fuck or fight, you do both
Caught in the dance of laws and loopholes
Snakes who eat rats and girls who shoot dope
And pigs who chase cats
Cause cats all face habit's
Back to the grind with coke and weed addicts
Brrrrap