And all fun and jokes aside, Nick,
I need that fella when you was handing out them grills, nigga.
I need that fella when you was
was handing out them sneakers, nigga.
We had everybody locked in and talking.
Nigga, that's the feeling I need.
Aces.
By at least five I send them packs to your doorstep In this music scene I'm legendary
Rap's always been secondary like February Told my guy don't come near me with no tester Don't be talking packs round Siri and Alexa
Free the gang, I can't forget my Sally.
I was getting letters in the can like alphabets.
All these niggas buy my style.
I did A-Wings, got talent in jars like Simon Cowell.
I was in Cali round the neck like a bow tie.
Cush god bitch, I'm the most high, I see these rappers actin' holly When they was out a crowd surfin', we was catchin' bodies I ain't a tough guy, I always make everybody laugh I can spit on my bars wearin' a polygraph Rap stars still makin' pounds fly up Tryna turn me to a stray like ivory From how high I used to shot ounces
Had a sold out tour but I still got more fans in my crock houses I spray up in your kitchen
Spent all my money on packs I was literally weighing up my options They say they gun spit, they ain't never done shit
Just landed the run, about to roll a trumpet, uh She wants a man with pee, but that bitch poor That's why I'm in her crib, hiding keys at the jigsaw Still got food on the curb, I pull up with his half moon I don't mean do not disturb, came alone, could've brought her army
If I air it out, forensics will have to pick up more men than Lori Harvey Came a long way from trappin' in the rain
My chicks a side bitch, car married to the game, uh Me and buds in the bayou on a jet ski
Sold so much coke like I'm rivals with Pepsi.
I used to break these packs down into fractions.
These niggas do way too much capping in their captions I'm trying to lead the game but I need a lane These niggas pre the chain, they don't see the pain
They sent me jail for employing weed from Spain.
I came home and six weeks released the strain.
Still remember reloading on a cue.
We got them jungle boys, hey, Mowgli and Baloo.
The CM wishing they could bring me back.
Cause they still need gangsters like me to point the fingers at.
Last year I was missing rap.
I was on the wing kicking back with my niggas scraps.
Even though my block's full of pricks I ain't.
And I don't trust bitches even if my chicks are sane.
Paid for my last campaign, Labour Lane reimbursed me.
I never picked up cause she was thirsty They just started out shipping packs time ago Trading flavours with all the growers outside my show
Uh, this ain't happen cause of luck.
Fuck your little chain and spend that shit on hackers that don't duck.
To make it to a kilo, that was the game plan When I had no neck like I was playing Rayman Used to have a when I was trapping in the snow Still got it to this day, I even bring it to my show I can move a hundred keys in less than a week
Driving through the other side like this is Sesame Street.
Pussies.
Still the same old me even though I'm rich.
And it's still gang gang, I never switch.
Yeah.
Nah, it was good, nigga.
