Letras
They got me spitting like a toothache
I can feel the tension with u niggas yall been too fake/
New whip, new wrist, new chick
New phase/
Loose lips
So we keep it brief dawg suitcase
New drip cartier glasses shawty who chase?/
She clingy u gon think
Im telescoping how i view space/
I can see the fear in ya eyes
Try to walk in my shoes its obvious
Ya aint wearing ya size
U aint tuff dawg its obviously
U wearing disguise/
I aint cuff dawg its obvious
Im jus smeering her thighs/
These bitches will lie to ya face
With a tear in they eyes/
If u wus there in the slump
Jus trust that you'll b there in the rise/
Nickelback plays was
Chris harris on the corner back
Then aint had lays now im tryna get a dimeback/
"Hello"
"Yo yo"
"Yow dawg weh yuh deh pan"
"my yute yuh nuh hear wah gwan wid Michael dawg?"
"Weh yuh mean"
"Mon nuh dead inno"
"Fi real?"
"Mi hear seh di dawg a look fi yuh mon"
"Bumboclaat"
Grew up in the skewer
We aint neva seen nobody make it/
Qeue up with only fewer in my circle
The few we got adjacent/
Baleciaga socks when my feet cold
Im not as latent as niggas
Who go they life just to be told/
I got relations with niggas who'll
Take ya life cuz u seem bold/
They not as patient
Where we grew up
Everybody in the streets bro/
Its not a pavement/
Dolce and gabana tees
Forgot to wear designer jeans
But fuck it i know
Im blessed i dont need the gest
When its time to sneeze/
We not impressed with yur need to flex in a time of need/