Nike (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Fam-Lay] (DJ Cipha Sounds)

Yeah (Let's go!)
Traintago
Star Trak
Uh uh

[Verse 1]
It's Fam-Lay, cuz, straight from Huntersville
Damn, my folk now pronounce it Gunnaville
Told y'all before, if my bros do comin' here
[?] gone be sh*t but a bunch of blood in here
Six foot, sweatpants, cornrows, XL
Knives et cetera, don't make me wet ya
Uh, uh, uh, the west can't protect ya
I keptcha to stretch ya [?]
Now you know how I do, when I come through
When I come through, n*gga the gun come, too
I'll cop the pump 1, 2, run upon you and take what I want from you
Just the way momma's only son do
[?] wanna some, they can come, get some, too
I'm publics enemy, two jugs of Hennessy
Living the life only thugs of Virginia see
Black bast*rd and all black masses
Wanna push us, smoke is no joke, I better stop laughing
n*ggas rap about that and this
But the real truth about all of that is this, n*gga
Never confuse that with this
'Cause that lil' n*gga Fam-Lay [?]
Get your hustle for your chain and watch
And then I push you for your chain and watch, watch
Virginias killa, get realer on the [?] drug dealer, gorilla, on a four wheeler
Listen, life's too short to take a long time to get rich
So I'mma bout to grab a revolver and make this grip quick
We from Virginia, dog, don't about being safe
I stay on my feet, [?]
Switch my flow from crack to [?]
I sold a couple O's and dro, back the d
'Cause the dro move too slow, let's have a meal
Trafficking to feds [?]
[?] used guns to take more dough, so stick in meat, no hoe
Move for the million, man
[?] about a billion grams
Y'all folks, here's the man
Who gon' drink all your liquor and steal your fans
Even my chick in here is about that
They gon' f*ck you, kill you and keep their mouth shut
I'm a south cat
All 'cause of links and designer shoes
You was all in the pink [?] line the news
c*ckney, German Sheppard gonna find the clues
Trynna see where in the f*ck I have the crew
Hide your food, cause we ain't gone starve
You silly if you thinking that we ain't gon rob
Anytime this n*gga from Virginia rhyme, it's dinner time
Them seven million [?] and put 'em in the line
I'm better gettin' mine
Star Trak, Fam-Lay, Ice Gang you sucka, cuz