Music: Big Squeeks
Before ants I knew
Im just bait
Cats waiting on my corner man
I Can't be late
And I Gota give thanks
For All the times I ate
I Woke up cooking grams
How I start my day
London litty
But it's Dark and grey
They had me rolling with that flicky
With this mask on face
I ain't running from them
Nittys
But I duck from Jake's
My Estate
lifts pissy
Thats that shit I hate
Ask god
He gone tell u
how hard I pray
Because he answers
She wan dead beat
I'm ain't the father
Couple rags coming nexts weeks
This ain't no pardna
Graftisum know I'm
Grafter
I Run this game
With no choice
They never making noise
Only time they push weight
With your mates
In David Lloyd
They got hate to fill the vovid
I got fans Illinoi
Turn men
been them boys
Still kids
With bigger toys
They get shivers
When they hear a Niggas
Voice
Lemme speak
Tell me
what comes after f ima
Gorgeous
The flows flawless
She like
I know that your big squeeks
But your enormous
Vat man
Im Waiting on instalment
Weed help me fight
All the trama
They some alpos
We some porters
kept your mouth closed
They a bunch of informers
God gave me 2 son
He didn't give me daughters
I need a whole one not a half
No quarters
You don't know the half
What we did for some Jordan's
And they Tried pull a fast one
They know
iv upgraded
Coz it's better than the last one
I'm getting faded speeding money like it can't done
Uno I'm finish shit
If i gone start suttun
And I Don't want fame no more
The Games fake
This Shit don't
feel the same no more
That Candy bag full of petrol
I Mix the maggy with the red ball
Them 20 tickets up in centrals
I hit them bitches in a rental
I take your chick
I ain't respectful
I would of hit
But she never had potential
Said that he's on smoke
but that nigga bringing menthal
I'm from the era
Where You couldn't hit the strip
If you never had credentials
Said he got that led that nigga bringin pencils
I got that shhhhhh