Just suffered a rigid loss/

I’ll tear you off/

Useless like Culpepper without Randy Moss/

A lot of pussies talk but a lot of pussies soft/

Handlin bangers when you can’t handle a fork/

Keep talking shit I’ll stab you in the dark/

Leave you in the streets where you’ll slowly start to rot/

Or you could get catch a shot right in a parkin lot/

Look to the side all you see is a red dot/

The tears start to drop while your nose fills with snot/

You a wide receiver, well catch this bullet toss/

Light you on fire until your flesh comes peelin off/

And then leave you as a burnt up charboiled corpse/

I’ll take what I want from you with brute force/

Tie you up on the tracks of the iron horse/

You pull the tech just to rep your head will rest 10 feet from your mother fuckin neck/

Laments terms, I’m quite sadistic/

You don’t want to cross me when I’m ballistic/

Threaten my life, dawg, why don’t you risk it/

Just so your whole family can be reported missin/

It ain’t a question who I’m dissin/

Castrate you, no longer masturbate/

You’ll hit the news wire fast at eight/

All TFO does is blast at fakes/

165 and you still can’t catch the weight/

There’s so many phonies I have to address/

Destroy them physically with finesse/

You’ve got me so pissed that I think I’m possessed/

By demons, they told me to make your head bleedin/

Brain fluids leakin so your family starts grieving/

No one will be seein, there’s really no reason/

Wrong Place Wrong Time your baby still ain’t start teethin/

Drink a can of vodka, then piss all over your grave/

Send your family off to work as slaves/

To escape me you’d be forced to live in caves/

Similar to Osama, fuck the drama/

The only thing that calms me is marijuana/

Straight up ganja, plead innocent to the honor/

Revenge is mine relentless times I bent your mind you’re left behind, MOTHER FUCKER YOU’RE MINE!!!/

Go light a spliff/

And take a hit/

I’m bringin it/

Right back to December 25^th/

I rolled with six/

Switch loaded clips/

They ran to dip/

Then suddenly there man got ripped/

Broad start to strip/

I fed her dick/

Suckin on her tits/

Then I took her chip/

That’s why this ice looks very familiar/

His wife’s before I raped robbed and killed her/

I spilled her inner juices/

Never reproduces/

I seduced it/
Its exclusive/

She was real loose and/

It was quite a nuisance/

His life was next to get tookin/

I started lookin, and there he was/

In the corner cryin suckin on his thumb/

I started laughin, said dog are you dumb/

Then I reached for my gun/

I flashed it in his face and/

He turned and faced and/

He started racin/

I wasn’t in for a chasin/

The man who was tapin/

Bricked him like a Mason/

In his head there was a hole gapin/

Got back in the wheel/

Heard his mother squeal/

How good this all feels/

This is a grand appeal/

Now just wait for the next/
It’s the best/

Next Christmas you’ll hear the rest/

Ya’ll been waitin for this one…

You know I run with that, style of a rich man

Mentality of a street bule

All from Blue Bell

My mans stand up

Chelly stand up

Brandon stand up

This goes out to ya’ll yo

Yo, I hope ya’ll really hearin this/

It’s the debut of your favorite white lyricist/

And you don’t gotta be fearin shit/

Fuckin wit me, ya’ll must be queer and shit/

I do this all for Chelly, Brandon, and Zac/

The dudes who raised me, put their man on their back/

Keith, Ben, where ya’ll dudes at/

Hottest out of Philly since the bule B Mac/

Find me all over the hood like cooked crack/

And so many of ya’ll are on my ball sacks/

Yo, where’s Bryan, Marques, and Debo/

My white bule and the two finest negroes/

Growin up, many labeled me a zero/

But I always looked up to Hov as a hero/

Now I really need that, smoking weed man/

Work hard at everything cuz nothins guaranteed man/

I need a G man/

legally man/

To run shit, you need my decree man/

Spittin’s like a disease man/

Cuz when I hear a beat some dudes catchin 3 fam/

Fuckin wit me, here’s more that you facin/

Nikki, Pat, Sammerah, Shakhan and Tracey/

What about Tristan, Matt, and Dave Mason/

Ya’ll kept me alive for the lyrics I’m lacin/

When it comes to rhyming, I’m quite a don/

Catch crackaz fastin on rammadan/

Shoot em up for that pound of marijuan/

Got love for Mike, Nicole, and the bule Sean/

Try to cross me, best believe you’ll be gone/

So just sit back and sing the hooks on my song/

Pelone, Kevin, R Kel and don’t forget Mark/

Ya’ll did your duty, ya’ll left ya mark/

I fiend for blood as if I was a shark/

Use your head as I play a game of darts/

This a 5 mic classic, many getting ripped apart/

So just sit back and be ready for some art/

Yeah...I’ve been raised by so many

You know if you got a shout out you one of my truest mans

If you didn’t…well…don’t get heated…hahaha

TFO the fuckin one…

Ya’ll catchin feelins or something?
Hahaha…

Style of a rich bule…

Mentality of a street bule…

My emotions are at their fullest/

I know ya’ll are gonna feel this one/

Everything’s comin out/

I can feel it slowly comin/

Creepin, I can hear the bullets thumpin/

Fiendin, I can’t read if he bluffin/

Bleedin, but I’ve taken enough and/

Proceedin, I’m not the greatest who ever spit it/

There’s a lot of people I view simply as a hinderance/

Tell em all good riddance you fuck with me you finished/

Because everytime I’m around you I get the jitters/

But times proceeds, I’m smoking my weed/

Hopin it gives the fix I need/

My minds very hard to read and I’m quite introspective/

Time is money and it’s funny cuz I’m countin every second/

I find this money not you dummies for the record/

I’ve fined the money from kids frontin felt disrespected/

I gotta stick my head up, make loot like my father did/

Help myself escape viewin what really bother me/

Because everywhere I looked I saw my friends in poverty/

While I’ve been livin wealthy and many acknowledged me/

Not livin healthy but I’m wealthy so you don’t notice/

My money not my problems has been many’s focus/

That’s why you beggin for a hit from my roach clips/

And I just sit back and get to steady tokin/

Though it was a good invention, I will never fall a victim/

Never be a symptom of this capitalistic system/

Yeah

I defeinitely feel it comin

I’m pourin my heart out on this one

You gotta feel me

Betrayed by women, that’s me, are you kiddin/

This I’ve been meanin to spit and get on my position/

I tried to give her everything she couldn’t afford/

She had enough but to me that broad was real poor/

I tried to be everything she needed then some more/

I guess getting girls just isn’t part of my repertoire/

I’m getting on my knees because now Lord I need ya/

As hard as I tried I still lost my Lisa/

I got the message that she left me, and I cried for days/

And all this leads to the words I say/

See, I could never drop Chelly, rather take six to the belly/

I said no broad gonna tell me but my heart feels like jelly/

I kept feedin myself more shit, and it was bullshit/

Type of broad I could wife, have kids, no abortion/

Now I’m at a loss and my friends gave me caution/

Now they think I’m just blowin this shit out proportion/

Now everytime I see your picture, I’m feelin bitter/

I’d give you everything you needed, keep you constantly weeded/

Sober up and I would have done the same and proceeded/

But I guess my love wasn’t good enough, it wasn’t hood enough/

You need a bad guy, one who knows the hood is rough/

My thoughts are racing, and I think I need to lie down/

I’m goin through pain that explains why I’m high now/

You were my star but just like one you had to die out/

Yeah…

Word…

This some real personal shit right here ya’ll

Ya’ll got me emptyin my soul, everything onto this track

That’s why I love ya’ll

And my music

So I stand at a crossroads, where I gotta cross roads/

Build bridges, kill bitches, let the boss know/

I feel a lot of relationships dyin out, because I’m tiring out/

My days of simply wildin out makin noise in this quiet town/

It’s all gotta quiet down, be mature, I’m ridin now/

Plus you know the realest dudes make their moves quiet now/

Lisa’s gone, and I’ll mourn, but I gotta move on/

Find another chick to please my dick, and not get screwed on/

Getting attached is what’s really causin these raps/

Filled with pain as I reign cuz I’m fallin in traps/

I’m forgin some scraps, got beef, but I don’t like to act/

Rather sit back and let themselves cause their collapse/

The phones tapped and my mans, in the event of my demise/

Merc those who got me and ride against those I despise/

Keep your heads high, I’m on my realest shit/

And if he’s the cause, then please, kill the bitch/

Don’t show mercy draws curtains and that’ll be certain/

I want 7 dead for my head so ya’ll can be learnin/

I sent this message cuz I’m restless spittin is where I’m best in/

Crackaz are restin when they need loot, gotta get investin/

So for B, Chelly, Keith, and everyone who had raised me/

Ya’ll are the reason I continue to carry my crazy/

And even those handling drama seems like my job/

I’ll still make it, I have to, I’ll go against all odds/

I’m finished ya’ll…

This is the most personal shit I’ve written in a while…

You gotta feel me…

TFO…and I’m out…