[PRE CHORUS]
Exactly one year ago today
I said fuck everybody, my way
Get down or get O.J.’d
Glove fit doe, sliced up the long way
Now everybody know about it,
Everybody say, everybody talking bout it
So I’m a tell you how I feel, so you aint got to guess
You know the got damn deal!

[CHORUS]
Broke nigga say nothing man!
Broke nigga say nothing man!
Broke nigga say nothing!
Broke nigga say nothing!
Broke nigga say nothing man!
Broke nigga say nothing!
X2

[VERSE ONE]
I swear for god pimp
If one more nigga testify the caine flip
Or lie bout the bi*ch he wit
But when I see em he look like dog shit
How long you gone lie dude
Call him out he had nerve to have and attitude
Oh snake ass nigga, oh fake, oh cake ass nigga
We ball, yall don’t
We keep a bad bi*ch, yall wont
And please, I don’t want to hear your hot 16
Cause all the rapping tend to give a nigga migraines
Man me want to say things,
Like hey broke nigga, shut up
You in the presents of playa nigga get up
Yall be tripping on da shit dat I be saying
But I had to let em know I wasn’t playing
This Fabalon Fresh!

[PRE CHORUS]
Exactly one year ago today
I said fuck everybody, my way
Get down or get O.J.’d
Glove fit doe, sliced up the long way
Now everybody know about it,
Everybody say, everybody talking bout it
So I’m a tell you how I feel, so you aint got to guess
You know the got damn deal!

[CHORUS]
Broke nigga say nothing man!
Broke nigga say nothing man!
Broke nigga say nothing!
Broke nigga say nothing!
Broke nigga say nothing man!
Broke nigga say nothing!
X2

[VERSE 2]
Plan A no go, Plan B
Plan B slow mo, Plan C
In other words you can’t fade me
I don’t know how to lose, nigga you just lazy
Fuck you pay me, my old sway still trill
Last words to a bi*ch nigga,
How dat feel,
Cause Fabalon we don’t play dat
Fuck crawling on your knees nigga say dat
Run the play back, repeat this shit after me
Death to every weak mother fucka round me
Or leave me where you found me
You doing what you got to do
It’s almost like they like to lose, dats dat weak crew
Nigga I done told you,
2nd is for suckas!, your attitude is your altitude
Fly fucka!
Then it’s up, up and away,
Then what more can they say, just watch me
It’s Fabalon Fresh!
[PRE CHORUS: X1]
[CHORUS: X2]
YEAH
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