Mistah F.A.B. was born and raised in North Oakland and raised by his grandmother and his mother, who sometimes worked four jobs to support him while his father was incarcerated. When F.A.B. was 12, his father died of complications of AIDS. Around that time, F.A.B. started writing and rapping. In high school F.A.B. competed in freestyle rap.
Legacy
Mistah F.A.B. Lyrics
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I'm tired of niggas go Off of The Map
Don't track me down or get hit with the gat
How I get covid I just got the vax
Pulling no bitches that nigga can't mack
My bank is like Tetris I'm getting them stacks
My drip is expensive you know that it's gas
I'm feeling like ye how i hide with my mask
Chops on me
Talk that shit
Get hit with heat
Four Five Six Seven
Don't mess with the pigs so I won't pass eleven
Eight Nine Ten Eleven
You thought I was capping no I am not rapping
Performing or not I keep all the girls clapping
I'm putting in work while you niggas is napping
I got the mac
This time it's not cap
You get hit with that
You back with your chaps
You know I move tact
Applying that pressure
Don't ask if I lack the answer is never
Ever since I came back didn't lie about better
I blocked all these hoes they still sending me letters
Too bad for them bitches i locked up the treasure
If you want the key it's gon take more then pleasure
I'm out in the yams and I'm keeping heat on me
Two fours in the trunk they be shooting like Kobe
RIP to the legends who trapped way before me
I'm next on the list I'm leaving a damn legacy
My money? it's stacked
You bitches? you flat
You niggas? all cap
I keep it real facts
I'm about to go off nigga move back
I am not sliding I speed through the track
Two bad bit and they tripping
Niggas tried to slide but they slipping
Like get to blicking
All i did was up it and that nigga shitting
I had to grind to get to this living
I had to slime to get through the building
I been making these tracks and they finna be hits
But I saw all ya niggas they quitting like Where was that energy
They was all dissing me
Pop out with hunnid G's
Now they all blessing me
This shit is not new to me
They turn the other leaf
Smoking on big chief
I've been an OG
I do not take bribes
I got a kunai
Slice on your right eye
Call that man popeye
Crispy like fresh fries
You need to take 5
You need a new life
Career need a revive
Like blatt blatt blatt
Doing drive-bys in my scatpack like
Like go get back
Don't make no song go grab yo gat like
Don't be no bitch don't be no rat
Yo gang will not appreciate that
Bet 20 beans he won't come back
I would take his bitch but she a nat
She a brat
She don't listen she's a snack
She not good
She not bad
She expired like the milk that never came back
I'm mad
Not sad
Cause I'm spinning these blocks and he won't come out
Like close
Your trap
Two three's hit his mans cause he running his mouth
In the song “Legacy” by Mistah F.A.B., he begins by expressing his tiredness of being “off the map” - he doesn’t want to be found or caught. He boasts about his lifestyle, money, and his ability to acquire and charm women. He compares his money to Tetris blocks and how he’s stacking them up, his style is expensive and gassed up, he even likens himself to Ye (Kanye) with his mask on. The rest of the song revolves around his determination to make it big as an artist in the music industry, and how he’s grinding everyday while others sleep. He informs the listener that he’s the real deal and that he has his eyes set on leaving a legacy, like those before him who “trapped” (worked hard and made it out of poverty) before him. He talks about his hustle in the streets and how he’s not afraid to protect himself from anyone who comes at him with heat. In conclusion, the song “Legacy” is about Mistah F.A.B.'s rise to fame and how he plans to leave a lasting imprint in the music industry.
One interesting fact about Mistah F.A.B. is that the “F.A.B.” in his name stands for “Faeva Afta Bread.” Another fact is that he’s from Oakland, California and being from the Bay Area has influenced his sound, which is known for having a lot of bass and drum beats. Mistah F.A.B. is also known for being part of Street Soldiers, which is a youth movement that focuses on giving the youth in the Bay Area different opportunities, such as job training and mentoring. Interestingly, he is also a former battle rapper and has battled it out with other rappers such as Arsonal and QP. Additionally, Mistah F.A.B. was a former ghostwriter for other artists, which is why some of his writing is so clever and intricate. He’s even been featured in a video game, NBA 2K10. Another fun fact is that he’s been active in the music industry since the early 2000s and has worked with many well-known musicians such as Snoop Dog, Too Short, and E-40. Finally, he’s also acted in a few movies, including the “Least Among Saints” and “Sucker Free City.”
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Line by Line Meaning
Fuck going off of the grid
I'm done with people trying to hide from me
I'm tired of niggas go Off of The Map
I'm sick of people disappearing and making it hard to find them
Don't track me down or get hit with the gat
Stay away from me if you don't want to get shot
How I get covid I just got the vax
I got vaccinated, so how did I still get COVID?
Pulling no bitches that nigga can't mack
I'm not attracting any women because I'm not good at it
My bank is like Tetris I'm getting them stacks
My money keeps growing and stacking up like Tetris blocks
My drip is expensive you know that it's gas
My style is costly, but it's worth it because it's impressive
I'm feeling like ye how i hide with my mask
I'm concealing my identity like Kanye when he wears a mask
One two three
Counting rhythmically
Chops on me
Armed with weapons
Talk that shit
Speak confidently
Get hit with heat
Get shot with a gun
Four Five Six Seven
Counting rhythmically
Don't mess with the pigs so I won't pass eleven
I'll avoid police officers so I don't get arrested
Eight Nine Ten Eleven
Counting rhythmically
You thought I was capping no I am not rapping
You doubted me, but I'm not lying - this is real life
Performing or not I keep all the girls clapping
I attract female attention whether I'm performing or not
I'm putting in work while you niggas is napping
I'm working hard while you guys are sleeping
I got the mac
I have a gun
This time it's not cap
This time, I'm not lying
You get hit with that
You'll get shot with my gun
You back with your chaps
You'll be scared and running away
You know I move tact
You know I'm strategic in my actions
Applying that pressure
Intensifying the heat on someone
Don't ask if I lack the answer is never
Don't question my ability because I never come up short
Ever since I came back didn't lie about better
Since I returned, I've been truthful about my improvements
I blocked all these hoes they still sending me letters
I cut off all these women, but they won't stop trying to contact me
Too bad for them bitches i locked up the treasure
Those women missed their chance because I've moved on
If you want the key it's gon take more then pleasure
If you want to be with me, it'll take more than just physical pleasure
I'm out in the yams and I'm keeping heat on me
I'm out in the streets and carrying a gun for protection
Two fours in the trunk they be shooting like Kobe
I have two guns in my car that shoot like Kobe Bryant on the basketball court
RIP to the legends who trapped way before me
I'm giving respect to those who came before me in the trap game
I'm next on the list I'm leaving a damn legacy
I'm going to make a name for myself and be remembered
My money? it's stacked
I have a lot of money
You bitches? you flat
You women aren't worth my time
You niggas? all cap
You guys are all talk and no action
I keep it real facts
I always tell the truth
I'm about to go off nigga move back
I'm about to lose control, so get out of my way
I am not sliding I speed through the track
I'm not taking my time, I'm quickly moving through life
Two bad bit and they tripping
I have two attractive women with me who are acting crazy
Niggas tried to slide but they slipping
My enemies tried to sneak up on me, but they're failing
Like get to blicking
Start shooting
All i did was up it and that nigga shitting
I just pulled out my gun and the other guy got scared
I had to grind to get to this living
I had to work hard to get to where I am today
I had to slime to get through the building
I had to be deceitful to achieve my goals
I been making these tracks and they finna be hits
My music is getting popular and about to become successful
But I saw all ya niggas they quitting like Where was that energy
People who used to doubt me are now giving up and showing their true colors
They was all dissing me
They used to talk badly about me
Pop out with hunnid G's
I come out with a lot of cash
Now they all blessing me
Now they want to be associated with me
This shit is not new to me
I'm used to this lifestyle
They turn the other leaf
They ignore me now that I'm successful
Smoking on big chief
I'm enjoying high-quality marijuana
I've been an OG
I've been around for a long time and have seniority
I do not take bribes
I won't be persuaded by money or favors
I got a kunai
I have a sharp weapon
Slice on your right eye
I'll attack your right eye with my weapon
Call that man popeye
I'll leave you looking like the cartoon character Popeye
Crispy like fresh fries
I'm sharp and fresh like a new batch of french fries
You need to take 5
You need to take a break and cool off
You need a new life
You need a fresh start in life
Career need a revive
Your career needs a reboot
Like blatt blatt blatt
Sound of a gun being fired
Doing drive-bys in my scatpack like
I'm driving by and shooting from my fast car
Like go get back
Go retaliate
Don't make no song go grab yo gat like
Don't just write a song about it, take action
Don't be no bitch don't be no rat
Don't be a coward or a snitch
Yo gang will not appreciate that
Your group won't support that behavior
Bet 20 beans he won't come back
I'm betting $20 that someone won't return
I would take his bitch but she a nat
I don't want his woman because she's not worth it
She a brat
She's uncooperative and entitled
She don't listen she's a snack
She's attractive, but she won't obey me
She not good
She's not worth my time
She not bad
She's not impressive or attractive enough
She expired like the milk that never came back
She's useless and out of date, like milk that was thrown away
I'm mad
I'm angry
Not sad
I'm not upset
Cause I'm spinning these blocks and he won't come out
I'm searching for someone but they won't show themselves
Like close
Get near
Your trap
Your place of operations
Two three's hit his mans cause he running his mouth
Two guns fired and hit his friend for talking too much
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Written by: Clarson Balan
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