Aye
Yeah
64
Listen
See we getting money
We don′t care what they say
If they try violate we gon pull up where they stay
Feds hate the fact
That my boys push weight
And my opps know we do not fuck with no blades
Running my city
When I talk they listen
You can get robbed for your jewels that glisten
How you scream gang
When you ain't been convicted
I ride for my set if I load up this Smithon
Really from them streets
Yeah we really from them housos
We was really brought up round junkies
We don′t do no glocks round here
Just some six shot spinners and sawn off pumpys
Put holes in designer tees
I'm in the studio
Writing and lighting trees
They can't do it how I do it
And they know that′s facts
Yeah I come a long way from being broke and that
Now we step outside
And we′re earning cash
I get racks in my sleep so you can't beat that
I ain′t ever gonna change
I got love for the trap
I'm the only one to do this shit for the Mac
These broke boys wanna hate tell em catch up
We ain′t fucking with them
They can't match us
These broke boys wanna hate tell em catch up
We ain′t fucking with them
They can't match us
Aye
Pop smoke when we enter your party
Nike tracksuit nah this ain't no Dior
Money coming in so we stash that away
Just in case one of these little dogs wanna war
We ain′t into the bitching
Round here we don′t fuck with no snitches
I'm too street for the industry
But I still got all of these labels listening
Aye

45′s maroon
We beat your team we can't lose
Couldn′t buy a phone
Now it's D&G on my shoes
Yeah
On these drugs yeah I′m feeling comfy
In the Beamer seats with no roof
That's boss shit
I give youngins pumpys
And they need a reason to shoot
That's a plot twist
Why
They were plotting while I twist this
Now them neeks in the boot
All my
Sunnybank boys hold chopsticks
No sushi beef or katsu
I grew up quick
And I gotta sell rock
Coz it′s all I seen as a youth
Mob ties
They keep saying that I got this
Coz I′m speaking that truth
I'm on fire
I just want bread got respect from the north to the south
That′s no lie
Put the 4 to his forehead if he go and open his mouth
That's a third eye
Little goose said my name in the courtroom
Then he had them holes in his house
Birds eye
View
From the chopper the oibays bringing that polair out
And we gon ride
Til the sun comes out
Fuck with mine and the guns come out
They′ll do the time put you under the ground
That's the life of mine
I′m the don I'm still out
Here on the frontline
Fuck all the clout
Hustle up a mill
That's the remedy
If these broke bois still running their mouth
Then brother its still, fuck my enemies
He′s
Gone now
But I learnt from my pop how to squash all this beef
Please
Back down
Yeah that last little dog got shot in the knees
I′m not joking
We come from the streets
Where we learn not to show no emotion
And these bitches wonder
Why I'm rolling buds up
With the perkys that go with that potion
Bitch please
I been tryna get a house with a pool
And a boat by the ocean
Lick these
Full kilos
All the burn city coke from the coast but it′s not me
Got my trial coming in a moment
We gonna see
Tell my brother
Keep the cypher bringing in the dope
Til the dons free

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