Mann

Mann - F.Y.N.C. lyrics

rate me

Fuck 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

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