F.T.G. - Caskey

Ayy, fuck the government, tryna disrupt my reaches

Ayy, money scans can discuss with leeches

One hand wash the other hand, that’s the thesis

Why they hands out when my count increases?

I can’t understand a man who ain’t tryna be shit

All my life, I been strivin' for new achievements

Yeah, best believe, my hustle is Medellín

My struggle is everything, I’m subtle with everything

I run it in every scene, distinguished

Even when liquor spilt on me, speakin' broken English

My vision is pure, my light, it cannot be extinguished

I pictured this now when I was only a delinquent

Can’t fuck with nobody who motivation are relinquished

And more people I meet, the more I realize that it’s frequent

Y’all really need to skip the sob, picture God, go get a job

Realize that the only thing stoppin' you from a lot

Is your own mind, own thoughts, it’s in a knot

Voices inside your head, whisperin', never stop

And it’s always negative, it’s a wrist in the pot

Even when it make somethin', there’s a twist in the plot

Can’t tell the difference know 'tween a bitch and a thot

'tween the real gang bangers and the pussies who flock

Internet got you tryin' to be somethin' you not

And it’s only goin' up, feel like it never stop

I’d rather die real

Y’all should clap for my victory lap, now stand still

If I don’t speak the shit from my heart, what do I feel?

If all I do is mumble on tracks, what’s my appeal?

If all I talk about is my racks and bein' real

And make you love money, you jacked, it get you killed

And what’s the point of grabbin' this mic and tryna build?

My voice meant to shake up your life, that’s why I’m skilled

I smoke a lot of weed, my momma say I should chill

I’m dealin' with victories and life with plenty seals

People lookin' at me with eyes, they gotta share

They see me as a blue dollar sign, acquired deals

They me as an opportune moment to make mills

So how the fuck do I find time that’s tranquil?

Pressure like that bring average man to a standstill

The weight the world all on shoulder like anvils

I’m droppin' it off, meditation

My lifestyle is, this my generation

Lookin' off at my mind state, there’s no limitations

Even when I had MySpace, I was pushin' greatness

We try to make this music because if people can listen to this music like you

see them today, it won’t be viable, it won’t live on.

You understand?

Today, it’s something like, disposable music.

Cannot fall for that trap.

The music must have spirituality, that is what the founding fathers intended,

this music’s only sixty years old.

Okay, too quick.

There’s more to it than

that.

It’s entertainment, yes, so I would never knock it, I would never go down

sayin' nothin' 'bout what some of my brothers might do to earn them bread.

But the foundation of the music must be kept, and the moral standard of the

music must be kept as well