SB.TV F64 : Pak-Man - F64

Tell you bout this rap game cause I’m the hardest init

Business with that white girl regarded spinach

Don’t give me a CD are probably bin it

Ends aint greezie who’s been bodied in it

I aint relying on a lottery ticket

Poverty , robberies I’m somebody that live it

There was times were I never had a score on my ass

Way before I flang a nine on a four and a half

Real talk listen this is all from the heart

They wanna see my empire falling apart

But I was shottin grub when you was still in school

I was dealing food to a spice girls husband Shh

Let me slow down I’m a bit bait fuck a Mixtape

My mum thinks I’m a disgrace

I feel to empty out a semi in his face

I don’t wanna leave this earth in this state

I know silent killers that only ride with spinners

Just something old out my cupboard looking kinda vintage ,

Flyer image ,

Purple labels from ralph my rap bars got me fucking out the waviest gyal

And none of this papers Halal

I said I aint muslim

But my dad changed his name to Bilal

I give a fuck what you think

I’m in gods hands , till I found Allah

I felt like a lost man , use to link cats by the park bench

I use to sell weed , now coke’s my department

Forget what I use to do cause that’s in the past tense

I’m dealing with right now and I’m on point like a marksmen

Talking like your running your estate

I’m trynna run a city never running out of yay

Fuck what you earn

Im only running from a jake

As a young youth grind and put a 1-ner down a day

Imagine what I stacked in a hole year splending

I burnt certain bridges and they’ll never get mended

Cocaine blended , the clip on the star extended

Watch who your sitting in your ends with

Fuck a little ten gib money for a brick a raw

Before SB introduced F64

I spent my teens with hazy mashing in tooting and Mitcham

I got shooters in prison

I got food in the kitchen

I’m abusing the system

I got views so they listen

I got girls on my nuts bare beautiful women

Still see me on the frontline by somali town

I don’t need jewels to shine

When I’m cavarleed down

Chilling in Nots in my auntie’s house

Cocaine in large amounts

Throw away a  half an ounce

Get me stung I’m a get him bun

Never said I had to be the man to go and get it done

Just to let you know I’m on this ting

I might pepper one fuck a vest on my chest

I cop a better gun
Young youths stressed cause he heard that I sexed his mum
And in more than one pipe cause I need extra funds
Monkey on my stunners fam , yes that’s the back that’s 100 grand
Gun in hand , loading  up a  toaster  and I feel to bun a man
Turn a man over , foot down , high reds , run a man over
Forget sitting reminising how I could of done it
Different cause I can’t
Got the hood listenin nows my chance
Yes I had these deeds on my ass
Try do it like an og I mash a pie fast
This is more then music fine art
Even paigons know that I’m hard
Talking like you dough stretch long
Living like a doctor , no profession
Man a turning 30 doing rolex songs
When I turnt 20 I had my rolex on
And I aint getting at Wiley cat
Sitting in a grimey flat
Button up and iron rats
Willy getting hard doe
Certain things only Allah knows
Cause me explain my known science
Looking down at a lion like a giant
The foods the same colour as the client