[Hook]
Let me tell you what's happening
I'm still on the roads, I'm still grafting
Since I jumped on this rap ting
A couple questions that they're asking
Like "Was he known on the landing?"
"Did he actually get packs in?"
For all them shottas that are asking
I'll leave you with no food like you're fasting

[Verse 1]
I wake up when my line calls
Came up selling white O's on the side road
Let me tell you how my life goes
If it's five doors or five O's I can weigh it with my eyes closed
Cause I've been trapping from a young kid
I love quids, best know that I've done trips
When I was young I got nicked for some dumb shit
Shots in my pocket, I just wish that I plugged it
Cause since knee high I've been in the street life
Around street guys, I can get you a cheap price
If you're talking B lines, I could never leave mine
I want my fam to be nice, forget about the peak times
Meanwhile I'm in the ends tryna expand
Only got my friends and my fam, give a fuck about a next man
Told you when I came out of jail it was stress fam
Shit hasn't changed, I'm still ducking from the fed vans
But I've just come to see
It's not about who you are, it's your company
Now I can say comfortably if the feds come for me
It's yes sir, no sir, I've gotta avoid custody
Wake up in the morning feeling lovely
Cause I got paid in my sleep, love to my younger G's
But you know that Bugzy stays hungry
Still catch me on the street for a one of each
[Hook]
Let me tell you what's happening
I'm still on the roads, I'm still grafting
Since I jumped on this rap ting
A couple questions that they're asking
Like "Was he known on the landing?"
"Did he actually get packs in?"
For all them shottas that are asking
I'll leave you with no food like you're fasting

[Verse 2]
When I was young I knew I'd become
The type of guy that would always chase funds
I be trapping in the rain, I be trapping in the sun
If a man violates I be loading up my gun
I came up as a streetwise kid
But it's fucked up what the street life did
Cause coming up I tried to be like Mitch
I thought when you're paid in full you couldn't feel like shit
But this is real life shit, started with a three-five sniff
Now we buy bricks, you'd be shocked if you seen my strip
Cats lurking and they need my sniff
Yats twerking, wanna be my chick
Opps hating when they see my whip
Kitchen baking, you can't see my whip
And in the station we can't snitch
Cause I'm still on the ends, I make shit happen
Made quarter mill last year, I can't quit trapping
[Hook]
Let me tell you what's happening
I'm still on the roads, I'm still grafting
Since I jumped on this rap ting
A couple questions that they're asking
Like "Was he known on the landing?"
"Did he actually get packs in?"
For all them shottas that are asking
I'll leave you with no food like you're fasting