Lyrics
I know, I ain't gonna lie, not a lot of guys my age can chat to me
What you wanna talk about works, then chat to me
Before I had wax, my G, I poured him up, actually
I sent him there to kill you, but you ain't heard that from me
So when I heard you weren't dead, I ain't wanna talk, then
What you wanna talk about, that trap, can we talk, then?
I know serious trap stars, and I'm the one that taught them
Every spot on that M5, I know all them
So when I say I'm trapping in the hills, it ain't Hollywood
Or that PK, epic money, where Bollywood
Fill another line in, shh, yo, I probably would
The way that I know that spot, yo, I probably should
Outside with a .38, with a rubber grip
Can't always talk about that trick, 'cause I'm in love with it
I remember mommy found it in my room, and I got cussed for it
I would've got beaten if she knew what I done with it
I've seen the streets turn kids into savages
Told you that first hand, how we never had a thing
Holes in my kicks, I link cheeks, it was embarrassing
I'm comfy, I ain't lacking, spin your car right
Panicking made bare man run for their lives
I tried to hop out in the T every day
My team thinks that I'm a stopper
Lookin' 18, go go, you get a 10, I'll go a cop out
You ain't never got a job, left your bitch and had to rock out
I miss my boy Slicks, he got life, he used to rock with it
And we don't buy sticks to bury them, I'm on the block with it
Why you think my boy was in a ding when he got stopped with it?
Don't lack for these hoes, I link these hoes and I get slopped with it
You see all them four on fours, I hit them by the corner store
Don't buy sticks to help your mum, fuck you on the corner floor
When I see him, it's up, but I can't call it war
'Cause when my boy's at your door, you know who he's calling for
And I ain't beef with no jinx
All them strips that got taint, we had to serve it with our plates
Three of my boys that got plates, they don't even know the D
I know girls I tried to weave, but real life, they couldn't weave