Mann - F.Y.N.C. lyrics
rate meFuck a new chain!
Yup, yup, yup, right, peace, peace, peace like
Ah, turn up till I burn up
Muhfucka, I'm a grown-up
Hol' up, they tellin' me slow down
But I do what I want, like so what
Peace life, this time you get to know us
Skate boardin', dreaded up stoners
Lil Wayne reppin' California
The real thang, we know the squad chosen
Cuz I got told us, so this with a purpose
Ye ain't notice, yoopee dee, ring leader of the circus
System broke, short circuits
Dan Wallace, smart nigga, but I didn't attend college
Look to the universe to gain knowledge
No university really needed
Took some boomers, now I'm a scholar
Uh, the almighty dollar
What hoes are the power?
As long as we let it
Freedom will never be ours
Just a gin for you niggas
Make yo mind work, mental gym fo' you niggas
Oh, I can't wait to do interviews, nigga
Make sure they remember you
And that they hearin' you
Bruh, hold the camera still
Film this, cause it's real shit
Yeah, it's real shit goin' on
No lie, this real nigga hold his own
Strong guy, I think I'm really in my zone
Million dolla ID is written in my phone
In a year or so you gon' see our real clones
Jackin our swag, that's what I want
You can have it all, I ain't trippin', make it work
Shit, I been this way since birth
Meant to change culture before I leave this earth
It's time to spark, and I'mma do it first
Roll it up, smoke pipe, niggas smoke a blunt, so you know wassup
Uh, certified pot head, 7-6 dart head
Where the block at? Nigga, where the plots at?
Less plannin', peace life take ova the planet
Granted, these old people may not understand it, but fuck it
Let's use that to our advantage, I love it
And love is really bag pipe
Look at fock girl ready for my last night
Daniels, I'm heavy went to carry (?!)
But any girl I married
Can't be the housewife of a revolutionary
Nah! Very rare, and I'm everywhere
I got grands, homie, grams fo' every day of February
Can't compare me 'less it's marvelous
Smoke good Marijuana, psychedelics half of molly
I can show you niggas how to party
If you wanna, peace signs up
Got gangstas and hippies behind us
I did my thang in the city now we fly out
They like "what he really up to", I'm like you'll find out
I keep it on the low, it's my manifesto
Get on the mic, magic happen like presto
The Renaissance goin' on in the West Coast
I guess this the next episode
No Dre, no Snoop, it's a new day
The media put poison in our cool aid
