Quakers, Guilty Simpson, M.E.D. - Fitta Happier lyrics
[Quakers, Guilty Simpson, M.E.D. - Fitta Happier lyrics]
Fitter, happier, more productive!
I'm a fugitive running from my past
How long will freedom last
I'm swinging knuckles of brass
Motivated, hustle for cash
I'm puffing the hash
Leave a rapper on the ground
With his jugular slashed
And laugh at him, it's humorous
A lot of emcees got one style
Me I got numerous
I stand out so nobody's confusing us
I'm way better, cold winters, beige leathers
Black pistols, red eyes, blue jeans
White widow, caked up, new green
Travel across borders, across water
Being short on my cashflow is a tall order
Your style shallow like fountains
Where they toss quarters
Wishing away to be the pick of the day
When motherfuckers would care to hear
The shit that you say
On show day you couldn't
Give the tickets away loser!
I step through the door
Sharper than a blade from a mower
Success, you more like the pitch of a four
What a mess
I ain't gotta brag when I double cash
Come easy like a breezy with a treble pass
Still by popular demand
Return like a shirt when you
Wore it with a tag still found in the C-U T
Eyes low, Tae Ho, no S-U-V
CA to the D what up, talk shit
The shoe fit, equipped, get
Your toungue shoestring, damn
Stay sound as I crack jaws you lock doors
We break through the bores in the drywall
By far we a highlight
You an extra, catch shade from the spotlight
Right no pressure, respect, just the best
To headline the field like rent
From your next check mED
I'm a fugitive running from my past
How long will freedom last
I'm swinging knuckles of brass
Motivated, hustle for cash
I'm puffing the hash
Leave a rapper on the ground
With his jugular slashed
And laugh at him, it's humorous
A lot of emcees got one style
Me I got numerous
I stand out so nobody's confusing us
I'm way better, cold winters, beige leathers
Black pistols, red eyes, blue jeans
White widow, caked up, new green
Travel across borders, across water
Being short on my cashflow is a tall order
Your style shallow like fountains
Where they toss quarters
Wishing away to be the pick of the day
When motherfuckers would care to hear
The shit that you say
On show day you couldn't
Give the tickets away loser!
I step through the door
Sharper than a blade from a mower
Success, you more like the pitch of a four
What a mess
I ain't gotta brag when I double cash
Come easy like a breezy with a treble pass
Still by popular demand
Return like a shirt when you
Wore it with a tag still found in the C-U T
Eyes low, Tae Ho, no S-U-V
CA to the D what up, talk shit
The shoe fit, equipped, get
Your toungue shoestring, damn
Stay sound as I crack jaws you lock doors
We break through the bores in the drywall
By far we a highlight
You an extra, catch shade from the spotlight
Right no pressure, respect, just the best
To headline the field like rent
From your next check mED