Grew up in the thick of it, glasses and skinny jeans
But any violations and they know ill make it rip abit
Talking 'bout hell we'ave seen the pit of it
Came out the fire and just got rich abit, nittys now i don't tick abit
Tap still running on my finger tips, i get them wet and flick abit and tell them yo, link me in a little bit
You can get it while its wet but if you loose you loose
Everybody and there mum are fucking using food
I ain't beat the lean habit, still pouring up
Bros still don't wanna talk just want to pour it up
All i see is washed olders like 40 plus, tryna make a care but they looking like they snorting dust
I've done it by the book, you can't sum me i'm a crook
Cromz 5 down soon home they getting shook
Still put the budge in the nutri-bullet blender
Still the same guy trapping from paddys remember
From November, till November that phone still gonna do two the traps splendid
Come and fuck with some winners, no pretenders
Were really good guys, we've just got some silly tempers
OK, some times the whole timing is wrong and you are lame
Stop rapping like your buying a box
We gotta open even single window in the kitchen when we whipping up, the ammonia got me crying alot
Gutta got three years left, still riding it strong
Little bro just beat the case, so he smiling alot
Goddy got 15 took it on the chin at 18 still hit me on the face time, high in the box, OK
Never judge a chick or a bitch by there IG ,your meant to pass a ? around so why'd you make her wifey
You keep pillow talking telling niggers you don't like me
Playing large amount and your niggers just do it slightly
All i see is fake bosses that are insecure, you can't manipulate a n***a when a niggers raw
When its all said and done and them words are just words
Still a fact violate me i set it of
I get the food, get it cooking, then i get it gone