[Intro]
(That's Chucks)
(Honeywoodsix)

[Chorus]
I know my city's not safe
So I'm cutting through with a bally on like I'm Wewantwraiths
It's like my lifestyle's wilder than Deontay
It's way deeper than the song and what you see on tape
I'm in the hyper with a hammer and some stick-on plates
If I was normal, then I would've took my chick on dates
I've been putting food, shit, I mean bricks on plates
And I got every type of Louis for my Beyoncé

[Verse]
Ask around, mic's fryin' like eggs in pans
I've been in the Crown Court, that's heads in hands
And when you're tryna make it out, they just kill you quicker
I got more fans in the crop than I got on Twitter
You're really living what you're rappin', bro, I beg to differ
I got two white girls that I get to scissor
And that's probably why they hate me like my ex's sister
How you always on the socials, but don't get the picture?
I'm in the East of the city, known in all the boroughs
Young G's heard about me from their older brothers
Back when me and them was cool before they blew their covers
Before we shaved his melon, before we smoked his cousin
They can't chat about the mandem, we're over-governed
36 or nothin', there ain't no discussions
I got a Polish ting, I let her hold the Russian
I put her on my private story, all my hoes was cussin'
I know the city's not safe
So I'm cutting through with a bally on and some LV shades
In the station, I'm just praying for some NFAs
I should probably make these bitches sign some NDAs
They won't believe you if you told 'em 'bout my gentle ways
Cah everybody thinks that I'm a mental case
How I'm from the mud, but I got exponential taste
And every time I leave my house, it's a potential case
I put P's down for Muni, put P's down for Ice
I put P's down for mandem I don't even like
Do they love me or they hate me? I can never decide
But I ain't really thinking 'bout it, I got odds to defy
We've been texting for hours, I'm getting lost in replies
Had the O2 in the box when it was boxes of shine
He knows last time he saw me, he got boxed in his eye
Don't know how he's chatting for me, is he lost in his mind?
[Chorus]
I know my city's not safe
So I'm cutting through with a bally on like I'm Wewantwraiths
It's like my lifestyle's wilder than Deontay
It's way deeper than the song and what you see on tape
I'm in the hyper with a hammer and some stick-on plates
If I was normal, then I would've took my chick on dates
I've been putting food, shit, I mean bricks on plates
And I got every colour Louis for my Beyoncé