(Ayy, Lucid, turn that shit up) Turn that shit all the fuckin´ way up man Only way is up anyway man, yo
Throw my hat to my side and my gun in my boxers
I feel like the man, I do, I do Say a prayer to God, forgive me for the things I do Three pistols outside, had to talk my shit, say a thing or two I´m in love with money I love mummy even when Bands ain´t in the mood
He ain´t bad, it´s straight cap, go let the tray clap Run with your friends or defend it Sh-shoot then we´re seen, won´t lend it G-lock attachments extended Yo, there´s a war in the ends, we´re firing skengs Hashtag, lacking is ended I never pretended, swing ´round your block Buy, buy, forget the friendship
I love money and it loves me too With all this money, I can buy a new drum Tryna cop me a yard Take my girl to the shard and watch the view Bro, cut, slide out with the dots Give him the, he didn´t know what to do Lil G´s charged up, left him scarred up Bro got masked up and he, shot the yout We don´t sell guns, we buy and fire them L ain´t a liar, need some killers, I hire them Air out the flames like firemen Lil´ bro by my side, got more than five of them Put all my trust in the 0 My opps are wet, put them in the dryer then Collars are chavs, so go on then, try it then ´Bout to drop my mixtape, go buy it then I lost Mark, that´s M.A.R.K The king from the start
I lost Smegs So much stress to my head I felt all the pain to my heart Put my heart on my sleeve and it rained in the dark Shoot with skill, you can train in the park I´ll aim at your clart Hashtag play with a star Don´t play with marns
Throw my hat to my side and my gun in my boxers I feel like the man, I do, I do Say a prayer to God, forgive me for the things I do Three pistols outside, had to talk my shit, say a thing or two I´m in love with money I love mummy even when Bands ain´t in the mood
The Rolls-Royce got lights in the top I´m the GOAT, so I´m comin´ back right for my spot I don´t like people that say my mind´s evil I don´t like shit, let alone, like all my opps I can strike all the dots Swing it and fight for my block Lil´ bro tryna slide with the Glock Izzpots in jail, he loves knifin´ a lot The internet typin´ a lot (Bands) I know my opps must hate that back in the day all of them were fans You´re a lucky, lil´ boy, if my machine jams You better get low if my machine slams Smooth with it, head top, I´m shootin´ it Walk with it, back street gang Bro bro´s drivin´, I´m in the passy man
Straight slappy gang Yo, put my life on the line, I just walk in it Shit´s unfortunate, I got a voice, so I talk with it Givin´ my sisters hugs I tell ´em it´s love, can never get bored of it Justice for M, I´m sortin´ it, literally all of it Coke in the club, got everyone sortin´ it Shotty too long, so we shorten it (Ying that) Everyone´s rubbed, bro corner them RIPs and 3´s when you come from the hood though Broadwater estate, me, I was with SJ History, may I still ask if it´s good though We used to get down, everyone get down Leave with a blacked out, three-door Punto Pull up to man, wah gwan, are you good, bro? Fly at the next man´s hood show (Brr, boi, boi, boi)