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[Verse]
Yo, everybody talkin' shit about me
Heard a verse now they think they know me
Wanna see a brudda down bad
But I'm feelin' good, I gave a kid a Rollie
Triple 6, but I'm feelin' holy
Think Illuminati want a ceremony
Should've listened what my parents told me
Buy my mum a crib and she can never owe me
Lot of funny bruddas these days, lot of bruddas movin' creepy
I wanna run into them in the streets but they run and hide behind a meme page
I don't ever need to trap again, I made a millie off a mixtape
Made a killing off of crack, before the rap I never ever had a fixed wage

[Chorus]
You've done a lot of things for these hoes
Tell me what you've done for your mum? (Ah man)
I suggest that you pull up your pants, I'd run when gang pullin' up (Oh no)
You want Big CEO on your song, that's thirty-grand minimum (Cench)
Act up and it might get long, you know what the mandem are on (Of course)

[Verse 2]
Course I brought them along, but you know what the mandem are like, they'll still on-sight
If it weren't the UK, would of had a AK
But we got spinners and baby nines
Lil brodie itching to buss, I told him, "Don't rush, take your time"
Anytime that I spend with my lady, Craig David, I make babes rewind, re-e-wind
You ain't even done no footwork 'til your foot hurt, and your battery died