Lyrics Fear No Man - A-Reece feat. Ex Global, IMP THA DON, Krish & Wordz

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these bitches, yeah
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that a young nigga live in, yeah
That shit don't make me who I am
That shit don't make me real
That shit don't make me who I am
That shit don't make me real, yeah
Yeah
He chose her, but she chose me
Yeah he don love her, she always lonely
All these hate, it's hard to know me
But I go, like I'm Kobe
I've been waiting so you can show me, that you can
All I know you phone me
All those racks, all those hips, all that shit I've never had
That shit don't make me who I am
That shit don't make me real
And now I'm booming like I'm Metro, like I got a deal
He know I'm gone, I hope you take the time to really heal
And now I'll suffer till the time you come up to the hills
It's all about you, you, you and the shit that you do, yeah
It's all about you and the people you choose to be around you, yeah
It's all about you and paying your dues, man it's all about movement
Yeah, its all about you and the shit
That you prove, my nigga just do it, yeah
If you want it, go and get it boy it's yours (boy it's yours)
We've been bothered I ain't switching on my dogs (on my dogs)
We done made it from the bottom, nigga we on, yeah
I ain't never going back, nigga we gone (nigga we gone)
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these bitches, yeah
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that a young nigga live in, yeah
That shit don't make me who I am
That shit don't make me real
That shit don't make me who I am
That shit don't make me real, yeah
Got these nikki ass bitches out for me
No I can't move like that, I hope they won't be cuffin me
Got me a chosen few, a young nigga maneuvers properly
Yeah, can't believe it
They all around me getting too close, they all tryna take a picture
Yeah, pose for the camera, click that shit
Don't make me who I am (no)
That shit don't make me real, that shit don't make a young nigga Krish
Knew I'm a star, back when they ain't knew who we are
Snakes they hissing from a far, stay prayed up I hope they starve
Fear no men, but God himself
Still the hottest on this shit
First tape went number two and a young nigga ain't rest yet
I get why these shy niggas steady out here clown fishing
I get why these these bitches
Teaming up steady trying to pull missions
Yeah, they ain't got banging accounts, they ain't got realing amounts
That's what they tripping about, yeah
You know I had vision about, we taking different rout
Thank God we figured it out
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these bitches, yeah
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that a young nigga live in, yeah
That shit don't make me who I am
That shit don't make me real
That shit don't make me who I am
That shit don't make me real, yeah
Yeah, my momma always told a nigga one thing, yeah
If you want it, go and get it boy it's yours