(Cash!)
(GRM Daily, Daily Duppy)
(Let me paint a picture quickly)
Sometimes you’ve gotta leave instead of tightening your circle
Especially when you’re tryna make money and they prefer broke
I’m tryna make triple what ‘Frank Lucas’ would have made if he never went to that fight wearing the fur coat
I ain’t the same as these youtes im different
My real-ness don’t compute with their illusion living
Shit gets messy when egos come out to play
Fuck the fame get paid and come out the game
Im talkin' buy all your immediates some house money
They’re tryna make a mil’ I’m tryna stack millions
No checking change when you’re tryna make cow money
That’s M.O.O – Money Over Opinion
Fuck that two pence that you’re throwing in
Tell a hater I see you later fam I’m going in
This summer is gonna be a cold one
Call me anti-social I ain’t playing with no one
This summer is gonna be a cold one
Call me anti-social I ain’t playing with no one
This summer is gonna be a cold one
Call me anti-social (Nah-nah! Look)
Where I’m from we leave the whining and bitching to the bitches
Bunch of malicious n***as all in competition
Who’s got the latest kicks, who’s lines more banging
Who’s got the most chicks, who’s done the most shooting and stabbing
Not the life we chose but that’s the life we know
Gotta put food on the stove for my people
Got money today but tomorrow we might be broke
Pray to God that there might be hope
When you had ‘Kane Rose’ he was getting weed and cocaine so
Bait transactions on the main road
Called his old ‘Sony Ericsson’ a “phonebox”
With a box on it call that shit a “payphone”
Crazy what I grew up seeing everyday bro
Got his face open but now the case closed
Not enough everyday to bring the case home
Now he’s just another name on a gravestone
Block living equals blocked vision
To tell the truth we’re just some lost children
That don’t know our great grandads or grandad
Coz there’s a 80 percent chance your pops missing
Heard he’s got keys now they wanna locksmith him
Word is if you see him on the block stick him
A lot of bridges gon’ be burnt this year
A lot of lessons gon’ be learnt this year
Repeat after me
This summer is gonna be a cold one
Call me anti-social I ain’t playing with no one
This summer is gonna be a cold one
Call me anti-social I ain’t playing (Nah-nah-nah-nah!)
This summer is gonna be a cold one
Call me anti-social I ain’t playing with no one
It’s gonna be a cold one
Who am I playing with? No one!