Letras
(The First)
Bando got me eatin' good
I'm a rapper now I'm sleepin' good
Mhm
Brr
Ba-Ba-Ba-Bando got me eatin' good, never thought they'd free me up
Mumzy used to beat me up, I never showed my teacher love
Pops locked inside, it used to eat me up
Niggas go inside and lose their mind, it can be deep as fuck
We just got that different feelin', hit 'em with a bigger meanin'
Trap house flippin' freezin', rap shit stayin' greasy
Make it look easy, can't believe they took Deezy
Fuckin' up the game now they should see me
Go-God's clever, can't believe he took Tekka
Creatin' diamonds out of hood pressure, mobbin' with some good fellas
Small timers and pub sellers
Ge-Ge-Get you a brick on tick, I'm really tryna push hemmies
I got packs on my lap doin' up chemist
I'ma make the hood blemish, ayo, I'm done tellin'
Time to show 'em what I'm sellin' (Ho- Ho- Ho- Hood reppin')
They ain't levellin' with energies they in heaven
I ain't comin' second
Niggas aimed and missed a bunch of Beckhams'
Manchester Country reppin'
Hood steppin'
Catch me out of country with a pumpy or a lovely weapon
I'd rather dash it than sell it, so true I couldn't tell it
It's gettin' real close I can smell it
Had me on the wing doin' Tekken
Ayo, it's fucked when you lose your bredren
Gotta show my blessings (Bl-Bl-Bl- Blessings)
R.I.P. Don Juan, I can't believe another one's gone
I just need a number one song, then my hood's gone
Fuck the police we used to run from
I got love for the struggle cah it's really what I come from
(Love for the struggle cah it's really what I come from)
(C-C-C-Cah it's really what I come from)
Youngins tryna rob guys, eat shit and pop guys
No lob-side, one side, my side
Bet I gotta fly high, no more mister nice guy
Got me kickin' knowledge I'm a wise guy
Now's feelin' like the right time
Got a couple bangers in the pipeline