A wise man once said, I forgot the phrase
I was banged up with a lifer, he gave me lots of game
But that lifer was my bredrin, so that´s lot of pain

Them man forget about their friends and put their block to shame
36 hours in the booth, but I´ve had longer days
Anytime I see them cowards with their jewels, I feel to confiscate
My worker keeps fuckin´ up the count, I tell him, “Concentrate”
I need a house all on a lake, I got guns don´t need a safe
This shit´s just in my DNA , listening to Hunch & Nafe
Potter´s rich he´s in a Wraith, but I don´t think your son´s are safe
I show you how to hustle backwards, one hundred things, one hundred ways
One hundred bricks, one hundred days
Dingers, spinners, number plates
Said he´s got a one hundred problems ´cause he´s got one hundred mates

Tryna feed a thousand mouths, dinners on a thousand plates
You think I need you now? You´re a little too late
´Cause you was busy hatin´ on me, when i was getting you straight

Yeah
P and Hunch, that´s like buj and cocaine
And we came to showcase, yeah, there was some broke days
I put white on the table, on my gums like Colgate
Rockin out the pot like we´re here with Coldplay
36 hours that I spend in the bando
Just packs, no lights, just a candle, little bitch
B2K, back to kilos, and I got my little fizz

In the jungle so long, I had to get my own stick
The stars in the roof shine, I roll with my Pooh Shiest
We made it out the streets, we still on our old grind
I still put the fire, I need me a cold mine
Fuckin weirdos around, fuck it and your co-sign
I make up for lost time, I´m trying to get ahead
Some of my friends are dead, I wish they had some more time
We bought NutriBullets, not for protein shakes
I sipped lean from young, guess I´m a codeine baby

I drink Henny from the bottle, this ain´t Activise
I´m still on the front line, like a activist

We do YG of the month, who´s the active-est?
And you best not say my name if you get grabbed with this
The way I cook crack, I might need a lab for this
I really been on the corner, sellin´ grams of fish
Before I step out the kitchen, I grab my kitch´
And I still think I´m Muni, don´t make me grab your wrist

Grab my wrist, I´ll grab the clip
The energy you´re giving me, in real life you ain´t matching it
All these kids I´ve fathered them, I should start an orphanage
Really I´m a local kid, a city kid
I´m serving all these nittys quick, I think of ways to be legit

I´m still in my Training Days, yeah, yeah
Come and listen to who really pathed the way, yeah, yeah
Paranoid I keep it in my pillowcase, yeah, yeah
In my nightmares, I got it on my waist, yeah, yeah