[Intro]
[Taxi à la prod?]

[Verse 1: Miss Lafamilia]
Uh, n***as lying, saying anything to make a hit
If I don't trust you, love is gone, we gotta make a split
Fuck you bitches faking friends and relationships
Real one, I ain't [?] up to make a brick
I've got my own team tested, yeah the dope's clean
When I was pushing through the rain no one knows me
I had to show my son that I can make it, so can you
Boss up, make a move, biggest fight is you vs. you
Love is love, yeah I show it but got nothing back
Nightmare, waking out my sleep, dog bit my hand
Thinking would these people treat me different if I was a man
There's some bullshit in the scene you wouldn't understand
Pushing, it's a marathon but I ain't Nipsey
Bummy bitches tryna diss me
But they're at the back like a [?] print
Sitting in the Astra, pack, bank, something's gotta give
Looking at the stars in the roof, life took a spin
If you knew the half, you wouldn't be judgemental
I don't give up on my people if I see potential
When I show my worth they're saying it's a different rental
Flip the scraps, now the VVS hitting in my kettle
[Chorus: Miss Lafamilia]
They can't do it like us
They don't make no money like us
Have faith, you know it's God that I trust
In the hood, yeah I'm still up with my t'ugs
They can't do it like us
They don't make no money like us
Have faith, you know it's God that I trust
In the hood, yeah I'm still up with my t'ugs

[Verse 2: Henkie T]
Uh, H, listen
Pointers in m'n cuban, maar voor haters heb ik hella points
Ik heb omin stack, maar in m'n wallet stack ik ook die coins
In Quatro zag ik crack, n***a's mixen die shit in hun joints
Roleys in Patek, straight cash n***a, ikke join (Shit)
Heten mannen op de vlucht, pressure, ze staan onder druk
Met Migs, ik ben in Nopa in Dubai, ik gooi die borden stuk
Of we liggen bij de beach en 's avonds gaan we naar de club
En ik ken geen dokters, maar toch seren al m'n mannen drugs
Competition? Kan ni' rollen funny n***a's (Nah)
Je pakt een L en achteraf weet je pas wat een win is (Hah)
Alles wat ik rap, alles staat geschreven, niks verzin ik (True)
M'n chain is duurder dan je whip, nu weet je pas wat bling is
Azey is m'n soldier, dat is little me (Azey)
Ik werk aan m'n future, voor de rest is alles history (Ah-ah)
We houden niet van losses, daarom ben ik op m'n victories
Ze willen weten hoe ik money maak, het blijft een mystery
Hood n***a, maar we eten vaak culinair (Feeling)
De devil in z'n luie pak, nu shinen we net als Lucifer (Pak 'm)
Levels CL, jullie mannen spelen Jupiler (Champions Leauge)
Henkie T, star life, buitenaardse superster (Don't know)
[Chorus: Miss Lafamilia]
They can't do it like us
They don't make no money like us
Have faith, you know it's God that I trust
In the hood, yeah I'm still up with my t'ugs
They can't do it like us
They don't make no money like us
Have faith, you know it's God that I trust
In the hood, yeah I'm still up with my t'ugs