[Chorus]
Back with a bang
Opp block I was doing laps with the gang
Fuck what them man post on the gram
Been through a lot but that made me a man

Back with a bang
Opp block I was doing laps with the gang
Fuck what them man post on the gram
Been through a lot but that made me a man

[verse 1]
E to the S I’m a G in the flesh
And I really make money I ain’t teefing the bread
Don’t talk about grub I get it cheaper then dem
Them man want beef I get it seasoned for dem
How the fuck can you say I don’t rap what I live
I don’t rap what I live cuz there’s cats on my strip
You get slapped from the stick
We got waps in the whip
Fam I’m actually lit
I’m getting crack money bitch

When I was up in jail I was banging on the opps
When you was up in jail you crying in the dot
I was riding on the opps
I was hiding from the cops
I’ve got sirens on my block
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I’ve got bruddas up in jail that would buss you on ya head
If I ever ring your line then I’m sucking all your zeds
And the time I got poked I thought I thought I was nearly dead
And when zee got bagged God save me from the pen
I started with a Q then I blew to a half
What do you know about seeing feds and you got food in the car
It’s no joke you’ve gotta move like your smart
If they run up in your trap that’s you behind bars
I don’t give a fuck about undies blud
When I lost my mum and dad I was a young g cuz
So I don’t really care bout the shit that you chat
Say my name on a track on my life your getting racked

[Chorus]

Back with a bang
Opp block I was doing laps with the gang
Fuck what them man post on the gram
Been through a lot but that made me a man
Back with a bang
Opp block I was doing laps with the gang
Fuck what them man post on the gram
Been through a lot but that made me a man

[verse 2]

Tryna do my ting I ain’t tryna see time
Don’t talk about grub when you’ve got a weed line
Don’t talk about cunch you ain’t got a t line
I was 15, shanks in my fucking Levi’s
All them years in the cell made a man see straight
One time for my dons and the one in PK
Done time on my ones with no fucking teammate
Was a weekend or a weekday
I was down in the deep end, got my p’s straight
Want to talk about beefing get your teeth laid
You really wanna know why I’m shotting on the strip
What do you know about coming home and seeing nuttin in the fridge
I just want it from a kid
I just want to be the shit
If I ever get touched them ill run up in your strip
I remember broke days I had to holla for a tick
I had to kick a door frame just to get it how I live

[Chorus]

Back with a bang
Opp block I was doing laps with the gang
Fuck what them man post on the gram
Been through a lot but that made me a man
Back with a bang
Opp block I was doing laps with the gang
Fuck what them man post on the gram
Been through a lot but that made me a man

Back with a bang
Opp block I was doing laps with the gang
Fuck what them man post on the gram
Been through a lot but that made me a man
Back with a bang
Opp block I was doing laps with the gang
Fuck what them man post on the gram
Been through a lot but that made me a man