F.S.R

[INTRO]
Is Five Star
The magic on it's own fox
Haha...
Do you feel the track?
(Yeah)
(A4)
(Check)

[VERSE: 1]
People use to say me bad ain't care wit'em
I was all 'bout ma self when I start wit'em
I'm a soldier to ma crew better stay wit'em
Gotta half of million dollar in case wit'em
Yeah
I was dominated to ma city when I had ma first grammy Rainy nights,hurricanes,cyclones
Tried to meditate
Buh I prayed until I saw ma God in front of me
I wasn't in a good space and ma heart bleeded, weird,and ma face was full of tears,FEAR
Ooooooh ma God be wit me now I change tha gear
I kill all of rappers wash'em remiss take'em to recycle
If you think yu feel yo self cum n battle me
Buh I lose wars and I win battles
FSR relocated to ma themes nigga
Cuz I been changing, I'yam like a weather,
I'yam proud of being ma self I am now Settled
Better stay away I dont do peddles
With this verse y'all I am claiming golden,
All yu niggaz rapping like u been eating kellogs
While im bussy gadging all de SA awards
Step off on ma level,ya can't catch ma game
I'yam graduated in tha Five-Star University

[CHORUS]
F.S.R let them talk to the top
This is how we get it, this is how we get on top
Talk to the lord if you wanna get embraced
And bring naives
And bring it to the Bill States

F.S.R
F.S.R
Let them talk to the top
This is how we get it, this is how we get on top
Talk to the lord if you wanna get embraced
And bring naives
And bring it to the Bill States

[VERSE: 2]
F.S.R got lot lot of money
I got it to these rappers when I do what is right
Money and the power gonna take what is right to these rappers to them medicine treated to them fully hate
I gotta rhyme to these rappers when I do the date
Am back to these rappers with da bleeding blade
Are we gotta it?
Little rappers wanna know me
F.S.R is where you find me homie
F.S.R this is how we gonna get it
Ain't even let them talk cause I got what is worth
A4 you know who am I, you will never let me down cause I known u ain't believe
Shout to the rappers those I've been livin' with
This is what am doin' boy and am doin it for the South
Bakenberg Road
I'm dancing on da road when u ain't see ma raw
Ain't watching though
Ain't feeling tone to these rappers when they feeling sober
Every rappers they got what they're dying on
I will never let them
I will never kill them
Cause this is YMA4 and I know warrant
I fill to these rappers when they feelin date
When they talk to these rappers before they meanin me
They will never let them know cause I got a lace
Is the rapper winning the tour, while they look me in the speakers?
Listen up in the mic, I rapped to the mic
I critises these rappers when I am filtered to this Mic
I bred died to these rappers cause i will never gonna hit it
When I hit it everybudy, everybody is gonna rase
Yeah

[CHORUS]
F.S.R let them talk to the top
This is how we get it, this is how we get on top
Talk to the lord if you wanna get embraced
And bring naives
And bring it to the Bill States
F.S.R
F.S.R
F.S.R
F.S.R