Letter F - Fashawn

I’d like to introduce myself

I be the, your majesty

The Tsar

Master of the ceremony

Master of any occasion

What would the alphabet be without the F?

Or the G when the the letters are supreme

I grew up the be the father of my cypher of MCs

My sons and daughters needed diapers

I plant seed all across the atlas

As far as these rap kids, baby paw was active

Left a lot of ink on a lot of sheets

Gave birth to a new me every few weeks

Why?

Everybody wanna be the F

Please, just be yourself, that’s what I suggest

Jesus Christ the young buck’s nice when I clutch mics

Set fire to niggas like stuffed pipes

The rugged and rough type

Strutting and scuffed Nikes

Gutter but I always had a lust for the lush life

I turn iron to gold like an alchemist

Nigga there’s only one F in the alphabet

It be the F-A crooked letter

Who you know do it better

You ain’t gotta spell the rest

Just call me the letter F

Once again

It be the F-A crooked letter

Who you know do it better

You ain’t gotta spell the rest

Just call me the letter F

As if it be any better than the sixth letter

When will he slip?

Never

Who mislead 'em Huh?

Twist letters

Passing spliffs with my big bredren

High enough to kiss the heavens

Stick figure, dick bigger than Nick’s cannon

Plenty chickens I did damage, the kids manage

T o blow up despite

The fact had to grow up in the home of the three strikes

Where no one succeeds

It’s like I was one out of a hundred

Motherfuckers who had got just what in wanted in life

I had the hunger

To be unstoppable, conquer every obstacle

Accomplish the impossible

Partner I got a lot to lose

Too much love, too much pride

Way too much pressure for just one guy

Soul of the west, behold it’s the best

Master of the ceremony better known as the F

It’s like that and uh