Fashawn - Generation F lyrics
[Fashawn - Generation F lyrics]
Ay Yo I'm focused man
Tell stouts to holler at me man
Ay yo It's International F
Check it, and I'm back in effect
C&S, Forever bigger dreams this time
My mission:
To take over the world and give it a makeover
Penetrate pop culture soon as I got older
Enough to deal with luckily
Stuck with the music
Stacey Dash, young and clueless
Running rampant through the ghetto
Should have got a gold medal
How we used to hop fences you
Swear it was the Olypmics
Every day in the mutherfuckin' trenches
We made that weight disappear like Centa
Started with 37 Cents
Some dimes and some nicks
As soon as I climbed out the crib
I was playing with my Uncle's 38
Special, a 45 by the age of nine that was his
And my mamma tried to save me
But couldn't understand I was grooming
Myself to be a man or maybe I was crazy
Thinking I was so fly that
A nigga would never land, ya dig
I'm surrounded by animals
Dogs and grizzly bears
Hawks there's plenty here
Catch you in the lobby with a
Llama and end your year
Any problem with my posse
Somebody gon' disappear
I skipped school now I'm on top of my class
Graduated from a corner to a block and a half
Give me a month and some change
You do the math
Two keys of some white, Angelina and Brad
Yeah it's Fash
Probably remember me from bleaking the ave
Or on campus, stacking
Pitching weed to the staff
Keeping the scent of reefer
In my Jansport wreaking
Hoping that I re-up before the weekend
Peep it, I'm like a hundered round drummer
I spit automatic
Known to keep shit cracking like
The lips on an addict
Let me stutter at you niggas
If I sense static my status is
Similar to the stitch on my fabric
I got it sewn
Santiago the scent of my cologne
Straight off a vacay leave him alone
I decipher
Any cipher hit it and get it hyper
Shitting on you niggas cuz
Somebody delivered diapers
You spending every minute on Twitter
You minimizing
You ain't interested in the business
Or enterprising at all you can ball and cry
While we ball get fly
And money multiplies, you heard herbs
That's my word
Tell stouts to holler at me man
Ay yo It's International F
Check it, and I'm back in effect
C&S, Forever bigger dreams this time
My mission:
To take over the world and give it a makeover
Penetrate pop culture soon as I got older
Enough to deal with luckily
Stuck with the music
Stacey Dash, young and clueless
Running rampant through the ghetto
Should have got a gold medal
How we used to hop fences you
Swear it was the Olypmics
Every day in the mutherfuckin' trenches
We made that weight disappear like Centa
Started with 37 Cents
Some dimes and some nicks
As soon as I climbed out the crib
I was playing with my Uncle's 38
Special, a 45 by the age of nine that was his
And my mamma tried to save me
But couldn't understand I was grooming
Myself to be a man or maybe I was crazy
Thinking I was so fly that
A nigga would never land, ya dig
I'm surrounded by animals
Dogs and grizzly bears
Hawks there's plenty here
Catch you in the lobby with a
Llama and end your year
Any problem with my posse
Somebody gon' disappear
I skipped school now I'm on top of my class
Graduated from a corner to a block and a half
Give me a month and some change
You do the math
Two keys of some white, Angelina and Brad
Yeah it's Fash
Probably remember me from bleaking the ave
Or on campus, stacking
Pitching weed to the staff
Keeping the scent of reefer
In my Jansport wreaking
Hoping that I re-up before the weekend
Peep it, I'm like a hundered round drummer
I spit automatic
Known to keep shit cracking like
The lips on an addict
Let me stutter at you niggas
If I sense static my status is
Similar to the stitch on my fabric
I got it sewn
Santiago the scent of my cologne
Straight off a vacay leave him alone
I decipher
Any cipher hit it and get it hyper
Shitting on you niggas cuz
Somebody delivered diapers
You spending every minute on Twitter
You minimizing
You ain't interested in the business
Or enterprising at all you can ball and cry
While we ball get fly
And money multiplies, you heard herbs
That's my word