UFO's

(Hal made it special)

(StarzOnTheKeys)

I can get you thirty-sixes and half-squares

Shawty said that I'm a prick but I rah cared

Yo, I started gettin' money, made my darg weird

I still serve the fiend if he's only got half there

I'm on the M-way, switchin' lanes

I miss my brudda Bigz and I'm missin' Dange

They think I'm back in the T, they think I'm hittin' stains

Tell the truth, broski, I don't wanna hit a stage

Tell the truth, broski, I don't wanna do a show

I put a bizzy on a drizzy, that's a UFO

They love me now but what about when it was you and bro?

I never pictured this when I was re-in' on a Q of snow

Gang, I used to work the strip 'til my toes bleed

I watched cats smoke crack 'til they OD'd

Bitches used to laugh, I was broke, I had no P's

Now KayMuni, I can take your ho for the whole week

I was on closed V's, now we can do top floor

Penthouse, cozy, I've been gettin' money, ask broski

These days, I'm shoppin' out on Sloane Street

I'm from Wood Lane, we keep guns under both seats

Brick boy, I started with an eight-ball

I never had nuttin so I'm grateful

I just built the chairs and the table and let everybody get a plateful

If rap don't work, tie the plug up with cables

I wonder where you been and who you been with

The bitch snitched, I don't know who to leave the tings with

Get the drop, that door's comin' off the hinges

I slept around crack fiends, pipes and syringes

At Lindsey's, I made like twenty thousand there

He used to bring me twenty sales a day, I met Calvin there

I felt like Rocky, I was runnin' up and down the stairs

I used to hit towns with Bonez and pray we make it outta there

You tap outta there, yo, I ain't got long left

All these politics, I shoulda ran for congress

I ain't answered in three days, go take one guess

I'm back on induction 'cause everything's gone left

You take one step, get shot out your trainers

They said I shouldn't be up on the block 'cause I'm famous

Like I ain't givin' drops to my stainers

It's still forty quid for ten boxes of flavors

I need the price to go back down to twenty-six

Now I rap, my plug will trust me with twenty bricks

Even though I used to jack phones like Terry Tibbs

I'm selfish, I had to spend the whole summer sellin' fish

I spent ten quid on two drones and they both crashed

Jail the only thing that slow you down, you live so fast

I never had no credit on my pin and I had no mash

I spent three racks on a stick, that was my whole stack

It's lonely at the top, I bet they never been to jail before

Slept in a cell before, felt like you was in Hell before

It's better when you win when all you done was took L's before

They ain't do shit when I was askin' 'em for help before

I held the door and let everybody in before me

I can't listen to these other rappers cah they're corny

I'm still in OT, three twenty shots for forty

It's ten-plus years anytime the feds caught me

So I can't let them catch me again

And you know what we on so don't ask me again

And it's third strike life, they won't pass me a ten

So I just pray that the feds don't harass me again

My shawty in the club, drunk textin' me like, "When you comin' home, K?"

I tell her, "Soon," but truth, I don't know, bae

My next tape cost ten bricks of cocaine

I'm in my Nike Tech, my shawty in Dolce

You know what I'm sayin' really, uh

I'm in my Tech in a mansion, bro

You get me, ayy

Free the guys, man

Free Dange, man

Slickz, Biggz, Bonez, Stiggz

I know I'm forgettin' the guys, man

Yo, free all them, man