Lyrics: Shakur Clarke-Sargeant
Music: Shakur Clarke-Sargeant
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
It’s Paco
Long live Duwop
Yeah, yeah
Way block shit
[Chorus]
These niggas wilding, can’t take the violence
My glizzy’s firing, if they think I’m fighting
See I do the most, and I ain’t got no manners
Just sell some food, and watch my money pile up
Try live like me ain’t got no stick
I was lonely on the strip
Youngin wild ain’t got no chill
Independent **** a deal
It gets real in the field
4-5 kicking like it’s FIFA
**** a thousand, want a mill'
Swear we really in the trenches
[Verse 1]
Yeah
I want your life don’t want your jewelry
Can’t lеt nobody make a fool of me
It took a while for mе to figure out
I’m tryna grind ain’t tryna hear you speaking
Went to they block, and left they homie leaking
I’m with the same niggas everywhere
Can’t see these lames in these Cartier's
Mom raised a real nigga, don’t really feel niggas
These niggas broke, these niggas bummy so they always stressing
I keep that street shit off the net, my opps don’t get the message
Free my nigga Murda, and it gon be a murder
Gotta keep my 26, and keep doing this music
[Chorus]
These niggas wilding, can’t take the violence
My glizzy’s firing, if they think I’m fighting
See I do the most, and I ain’t got no manners
Just sell some food, and watch my money pile up
Try live like me ain’t got no stick
I was lonely on the strip
Youngin wild ain’t got no chill
Independent **** a deal
It gets real in the field
4-5 kicking like it’s FIFA
**** a thousand, want a mill'
Swear we really in the trenches
[Verse 2]
This war will never see the end
Just filled his homie up with hollows
Say it’s up, and never slide
Hate on me but still I’m better
Niggas pissed that I’m too clever
You a bitch you soft like feathers
All that talking doesn’t matter
'Cause my pockets looking different
Straight from the projects, ain’t taking hand outs
Back then ain’t have nobody, swear I got fans now
They keep on talking 'bout me till they say man down (Man down)
Ain’t got no manners
These niggas fools ain’t got no standards
I’m the type of nigga pull up make you vanish
See I ain’t ordinary
So all these niggas fear me
Who don’t hear gon' feel
Let me say this clearly
[Chorus]
These niggas wilding, can’t take the violence
My glizzy’s firing, if they think I’m fighting
See I do the most, and I ain’t got no manners
Just sell some food, and watch my money pile up
Try live like me ain’t got no stick
I was lonely on the strip
Youngin wild ain’t got no chill
Independent **** a deal
It gets real in the field
4-5 kicking like it’s FIFA
**** a thousand, want a mill'
Swear we really in the trenches