It´s facts, not cap, all I do is just rap Life´s good so I don´t even drill no more When I shot that boy on their block, they ain´t do shit
So in my mind, we don´t beef no more I ain´t risking my freedom looking for them man Tell me why I´d do that for I ain´t got shit to prove Cah in my mind I´ll shoot man´s face till he can´t see no more Me and bro don´t think till after the works
"OFB´s just rappers, not enough slappers" Tell me why they´re grieving for All these guns ´round you and you ain´t shot one man Then we can´t beef no more When the car pulled up, he was preeing too much Then *bow*, now he can´t pree no more
I´m in a penthouse suite, sending out some heat
Watch my young G´s creep, find a man and glee Better tuck them dreads If we sight one lock on that block then that´s rastaman six feet Then we catch us a vibe at shawty´s crib (Eh-heh) Look how the vibe´s so sweet Make money, shoot guns and we fuck bare gyal Knife work´s been cray but we shot bare man I´ve been talking tough on these tunes for like eight years now All now, I ain´t changed my tone Cah I seen man live in the flesh and I backed my chat Diss me, you won´t make it home Me, I shot man bait on camera Tell me why the fuck would I change my tone? Tell me who´s got a problem, link on the roads Millionaire and I still got my pole
It´s facts, not cap, all I do is just rap Life´s good so I don´t even drill no more When I shot that boy on their block, they ain´t do shit So in my mind, we don´t beef no more I ain´t risking my freedom looking for them man Tell me why I´d do that for I ain´t got shit to prove Cah in my mind I´ll shoot man´s face till he can´t see no more Me and bro don´t think till after the works
"OFB´s just rappers, not enough slappers" Tell me why they´re grieving for All these guns ´round you and you ain´t shot one man
Then we can´t beef no more When the car pulled up, he was preeing too much Then *bow*, now he can´t pree no more
It´s facts, no cap In an Airbnb with a thirty-eight spinner and a glizzy on tap They wanna know if I live what I rap Been spinning them blocks, just look at my stats BRIT nominee but I´m still in the flats Got cheffed, shoulda ran quicker than that No two two guns, got bigger than that Got rid, now my new ting thicker than that And if he ain´t shot no one with his mash I don´t get why his members call him a gunman There was a sliding starting eleven, C-L-A-V, I´d be at the front akh
Pull up and dump that and I don´t hide Catch me in the Six, let´s see if they come back I don´t put on my blacks no more But all of them turners, know that I fund that Got a hundred bags on my wrist, got a hundred bags on my neck When I finish finalising the pendant, that´s a quarter million step How many guns did I bring in my auntie´s crib this summer? Keep that hush If they get the drop on the addy, probably be them that end up stressed
It´s facts, not cap, all I do is just rap Life´s good so I don´t even drill no more When I shot that boy on their block, they ain´t do shit
So in my mind, we don´t beef no more I ain´t risking my freedom looking for them man Tell me why I´d do that for I ain´t got shit to prove Cah in my mind I´ll shoot man´s face till he can´t see no more Me and bro don´t think till after the works
"OFB´s just rappers, not enough slappers" Tell me why they´re grieving for All these guns ´round you and you ain´t shot one man Then we can´t beef no more When the car pulled up, he was preeing too much Then *bow*, now he can´t pree no more
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