Fools Mate Lyrics

Ayo
Everyday I wake I got new hate
These niggas ride dick so much they got a due date
Rappers too fake frontin ain’t have to move weight
You joined a gang at 30 something- that was too late
You think 38 give a fuck what a rap dude make?
They had Ragu on they plates we had cubed steak
Niggas only care about views and how they shoes laced
You had a baby by a bum bitch that’s a fools mate

Ayo
I came to talk to these kids on some grown shit
Follow no man - do ya own shit
But please make sure you own shit
Don’t have a lot of chains with no crib on somе Jim Jones shit
Yo Jim I got a bone to pick
That’s some hoе shit - talking bout how another nigga clothes fit
When yo house on the foreclosed list
He lost his crib in 06 and this nigga still homesick
What I really don’t get
You wanna be a street nigga so bad that you got Alpo old bitch
But Po said she don’t blow dick (WHAT)
Po said she don’t blow dick
Man this nigga talking like a boss but ain’t giving out no jobs
Nigga you can’t even go home and get a blowjob
Before you made cash off rap what was yo job?
Jim story faker then the one Fat Joe robbed
(HUH) And yo broad face type valid
Without that body work that bitch’d be shaped like Khaled
Better replace them steaks for some late night salads
No matter how much you hate - you can't take my talent, (HUH)
You talking to a real man with skilled hands
I took kilograms and build brands
Got a flow that’ll fill stands
Only reason Kiss eating cause he Fat Joes lil man’s

Fools Mate x3