Lyrics F.T.W (feat. Flowz Dilione) [Remix] - Salty MC

Yeah
Flowz Dilione, ah.
Salty Mc
Ay Salty we're really gonna put the whole game on its head with this one lad
Fucking oath my brah, tell these cunts
I ain't leaving any stone unturned, fuck that shit brah let's get it
Let's get it

I'm in the booth and yeah I'm pouring out my heart again
These rappers think they're hot, it's game-over when I start to vent
I switched positions, I ain't talking Ariana man
It's crazy watching best mates turning into Harvey Dent
I've got it patterned, all these dogs they trying to copy-cat
Brendan you're a maggot, imm'a put you in a body-bag
Fuck forgiveness, I don't wanna hear your sorry's lad
You took a part of me and I won't stop until I've got it back
They lit the match, and now they're scared because the fires raging
Black Saturday's back; I'm burning like a tire racing
Anyone who's on the fence is going to get it too
I'm taking out the trash, so thank me later for the lives I'm saving
I'm on the spectrum, all my teachers they were unaware
Angry as a kid, and then I grew into a troubled man
I tried to fight it on my own but I was unprepared
Rope around my neck, but I guess destiny had other plans
Attention-Deficit, my family they never knew
Undiagnosed my whole life 'til I was 22
Doctors say the pills will help, but honestly they never do
I'm on a mission, if you're in my way then you better move!
Up in hospital I had to write this verse today
Learning how to walk again is slower than a turtle race
I'm feeling lonely so I'm listening to Purple Rain
Palexia's are wearing off, I need to see the nurse again
Watch the people that you're keeping in your company
I had a couple leaches try and take the rug from under me
My bae a queen, it's up to me to show her luxury
Looking over Florence from a balcony in Tuscany
Being famous isn't really what I wanna be
All these fancy clothes are quickly wearing off the novelty
My spirit is celestial, a child of astrology
These rappers all the same, and me and SALTY the anomaly, yeah

There ain't too much left to say that I ain't said already
I know money comes and goes, I'm trying to get it steady
And the price of life's expensive so I'm saving pennies
These depressed confessions got all eyes on me like Makaveli
Burn a room full of green until it's Amber red-ish
Seen good kids turn into badman puttin' shanks in bellies
Money changed me for the better; why I have to get it
Seen some things I can't forget 'em and that why I have to vent it
I get love and I get hate, it's still family over fame
PTSD feels like cancer in my brain
When it rains it pours; so I've been dancing in the rain
Find me where them buds at! You won't catch me in a rave
Want my brother by my side, instead I'm standing by his grave
Been dreaming of his face and I still miss him every day
I know my bro relates, but he just overdosed on H
R.I.P to DB, it's hard to deal with all this pain, yeah
Bipolar quickly switching my moods
I'm still thinking of Drew, when I sit in my room
The straw that broke the camels back remains a mystery too
To have you back for just a day, don't know the things I would do cuz
I could never kill that pain by popping vallies
I still hear the xannies calling, I don't wanna answer
Phone on DND I miss DB I'm feeling lost and stranded
If the fans got BTS of aussie rap, they'd call Chris Hansen
Remeber puffing til the pippy got too hot to handle
Never going back, but I wish I never bought that packet
Carry aussie rap up on my back, never got a thank you
Is what it is, I guess their mother never taught 'em manners

Feel like Kevin Gates, all these black clouds
Spent my teens and early 20's in the trap-house
Blacked out off the xannies and the crack clouds
Fell off but I'm back now, made it out I'm that proud
Used to cry myself to sleep pumping "Depressed Confessions"
Now we're on a track together, thankful for my many blessings
Victory's so close away I can already smell it
Send a letter up to heaven I just hope they get the message, done.
Send a letter up to heaven, I just hope they get the message, done.