T.Y the Truth - Fuck the Media (feat. R.Y.C.) Lyrics

Like I'm moving up the road
Moving real slow
About to go smoke
About to go toke
Another lost soul represent the coast
Go and let it flow when you're screaming f*ck the media
Moving up the road
Moving real slow
About to go smoke
About to go toke
Another lost soul represent the coast
Go and let it flow when you're screaming
F*ck the media

Yankee fitted on the head give a f*ck about what your dealer said
Not throwing up gang signs but I can tell you what I represent
I represent New York I got it on my back
I got it locked down like the back of a hat
Snapback straight facts dead ass I'm about to spazz
Spazzing on this beat spazzing on the cash
While I throw it in the air look how much I f*cking care
Spending on my peers till the day we all say cheers
Cheers to the memories cheers to the energy
Cheers to the haters and cheers to the family
Reminiscing on success not trying to be the best
Just trying to have some fun while collecting all these checks
Alright bet what's next life's a test be my guest
F*ck the feds on the edge no regrets leave em dead
Leave em on the pavement rising from the basement
Gotta keep it killing like Freddy vs Jason

With that killer flow go for low
Tell 'em now we about to blow
This is our time this is our grind
New York represent make em feel like I'm

Moving up the road
Moving real slow
About to go smoke
About to go toke
Another lost soul represent the coast
Go and let it flow when you're screaming
F*ck the media
Moving up the road
Moving real slow
About to go smoke
About to go toke
Another lost soul represent the coast
Go and let it go when you're screaming
F*ck the media

She was coming off her load downtown to make them numbers
Little sleazy easy asshole talking about the drama
You a Kim K knockoff selfish put the self in bitch
And Ty might consider blocking off these f*cking tricks
But for now it's free pussy free promo on the low
You're never gonna book me y'all f*ckers can't touch me
I'm Mozart with my pen we construct to decompose
The city's not a joke so keep your half stepping
Over prepped dinner meals and all the dry chicken
Your spices all salt f*ck off with the beef
You nothing but a Lil pork chop lo mein microwave curry
Smack the bowl don't you choke why you leaving in a hurry
Got unfinished business man discuss it on the next
I ain't finished with you pinheads y'all ain't seen nothing yet
This the come up stage put some fear in your hearts
Have you racing around terror dome and leave off with a mark

With that killer flow go for low
Tell 'em now we about to blow
This is our time this is our grind
New York represent make 'em feel like I'm

Moving up the road
Moving real slow
About to go smoke
About to go toke
Another lost soul represent the coast
Go and let it flow when you're screaming
F*ck the media
Moving up the road
Moving real slow
About to go smoke
About to go toke
Another lost soul represent the coast
Go and let it flow when you're screaming
F*ck the media