[Verse 1 - JJ Esko]
Spending Eid up in my cell, tryna reason with my girl
The rapping weren't the plan but they can see that I've done well
They're acting like my fans but couldn't reach man in the mail
He copped the shells and got no bells, I took a L but didn't fail
All this fucking chatting wassing
Gassing rapping, talking banging
Back then, couldn't see me rapping
All I knew was fucking trapping
Buj come from Pak, you know it's nine out of ten
I used to ride out with them man, I went glide out on them
I put my nine down for rap and let it rise up again
I still bang him in the face like it's Ryu and Ken
Even with no rubber bands I never bit my brothers hands
Come up, we was shotting grams, still fly out to the motherland
Had enough of all of that, going jail, got bored of that
Moreish sales, they call me back, I'm posted up in cul-de-sacs
E-Row with Zino, fuck freeflow, needs reloads
Can't be broke, need kilos, take off like Migos