[Chorus: ROPS1]

I could show em' how to hustle
I could show em’ how to trap
Legal money from this music so these coppers can't do jack
They think I'm famous I ain’t famous I was known before these raps
Flavours bustin' out the bag I'll get em smoked like a pack
I could show em' how to hustle
I could show em' how to trap
Legal money from this music so these coppers can't do jack
They think I'm famous I ain't famous I was known before these raps
Flavours bustin’ out the bag I’ll get em smoked like a pack

[Verse 1: ROPS1]

They don't know about a hustle they can’t talk about that trap
Making figures from this music so I ain't bothered by that
I'm from a city whеre you get rich or you die as a bum
Thеy flash a stack then get robbed and cry to their mums
In that tinted whip rolling up smoking on some flavours
Shottys coming cheap we don't do Glock 9’s with lasers
Really from the gutter cuz, team full of gutter cunts, king of gutter rap and that's a fact they know I fuck it up
Olders they be chattin' shit I ain't with the politics raised up in the streets we don't know shit about no scholarships
I'm all bout progress, tell me you ain't notice I treat it like a job so believe me I don't lose focus
I ain't beefin' with these internet rappers they some studio gangsters and some internet trappers
I ain't beefin' with these internet rappers they some studio gangsters and some internet trappers