Mars Milly - Fuck Em All Lyrics

Okay now middle finger up
To the mother f*cks
Said I wouldn't ever be too much
Nigga outta luck
Now they see me cooling in the cut
And it's What the f*ck happened
To you my nigga. you my nigga
Put ya hands up
If you feel the rush
Now that Im'a couple bands up
Don't know who to trust
Niggas never gave a f*ck
But its what the f*cks up witchu you my Nigga
You my nigga

I know it's not who you expected
And damn who would of guessed that
The last name on the check list
Would prove to be most impressive
Thank you for all the gestures
And making me feel accepted
Guess after seeing the effort
They know I'm nothing to F wit
So F it, lets get specific
Stepping on my Prerequisites
Profoundly spit a message
And blessing whoever catches it
Wrecking shit on these records
And recklessly ripping wrappers
To shreds its just the beginning
Bet I'm gone be a legend
For the record, forever I'll be asking for forgiveness
For finally picking it an interest and
Following it religiously
Ever so elementary
Really be don't pretend to be
If you feeling the same hold
It high enough for them to see

Okay now middle finger up
To the mother f*cks
Said I wouldn't ever be too much
Nigga outta luck
Now they see me cooling in the cut
And it's What the f*ck happened
To you my nigga. you my nigga
Put ya hands up
If you feel the rush
Now that Im'a couple bands up
Don't know who to trust
Niggas never gave a f*ck
But its what the f*cks up witchu you my Nigga
You my nigga

I'm in the prime of my life
Some you gotta watch
Throwing my firestick
Inside every fire box
Controlling the status Quo
I'ma bring it back to the top
Steady raising the bar, With every bar I drop
And I'm pinning a penitentiary
Not a fan of the finicky
Years ahead of the industry
Just to keep it a century
I be peeping the energy
When shit start looking lemony
Snickets unfortunate
That these niggas do not remember me
I was never cool, neither were me and you
Only time you ran wit me was chasing me after school
I was Joe Schmoe, Jon Doe, Just another dude
Getting money just to prove
You really ain't have a clue
You really don't understand
I really don't stand a chance
How Milly gon run the game
When my city don't know my name
You really don't know my pain
I'm really gon go insane
But f*ck it I gotta go
But before I go out the door

Okay now middle finger up
To the mother f*cks
Said I wouldn't ever be too much
Nigga outta luck
Now they see me cooling in the cut
And it's What the f*ck happened
To you my nigga. you my nigga
Put ya hands up
If you feel the rush
Now that Im'a couple bands up
Dont know who to trust
Niggas never gave a f*ck
But its what the f*cks up witchu you my Nigga
You my nigga