Yeah
You got a target on your back when you're a artist
Nowadays, these youngins do a drill and go use Smartwhips
My nigga turnin' strange but I just love the guy regardless
In a world full of lies, you say the truth, they label you the harshest
Sold my Lamborghini truck 'cause what's the point in ridin' 'round the fastest
When all my friends are OTR or sittin' in the marshes?
I know a nigga died a soldier 'cause he weren't the smartest
No fear, his mind didn't fail him but his heart did
Bro, just keep it real, that's all I'm askin'
Niggas do gangster shit and then go hide behind imams
I call big homie, he's tryna hash their qualms
I don't need to go to LA just to walk with guns
And I don't need to fly Dubai to go drive supercars
Bro got grabbed before my show, I'm on stage forgettin' my bars now
Time heals everything but they don't tell you that it's hard
When you got nerve damage or insecure 'bout your scars
I knew a nigga that was rich, he shitted on the trenches 'til it made him poor
Been puttin' batteries in backs and makin' niggas score
When Wireless was in Crystal Palace, we bought out the Škorps
They killing girls in my city too, baby, please stay indoors
'Cause the sticks with the game
How you snake your dargy for a bitch and some chains?
I told bro that he can have everything of mine but my wife
If he weren't on the run, he'll rock a quarter mill' in ice
One of my top juvie's lifed off, smokin' spice
They think the back door's open, like we don't know that you're playin' both sides
Yeah right, this shit here's airtight
Keepin' real's a rare sight and I ain't seen no fair fight
Before bro died, he was tryna reach me
Fiends even tryna teach me
Pinnin' heroin and smokin' crack, dying from diabetes
How can you relate when you ain't never had to go through faeces
To get the forty shots you swallowed?
I run my trap like Putin, playin' old school dubs and hollow
This time's all borrowed, but the hammers ain't
She took a half a gram and faint
The joint's got a laser what we brang to Tape
Now 29 rock the stage like we ain't really do two bag a day
[Catch]
Cool
Hey, I sat on the back of PCXs
Before I ever sat with Dave talkin' 'bout DBXs
I told this girl a hundred times, "I wanna read your texts
"I wanna press, I ain't pressed about your meady exes"
And then I tell her, "Don't upload me"
Man, the streets are reckless
The hammer on me like I tweak electrics
I got the Škorp, you think these sweets selective?
So baby, please stay indoors, you think these sweets are sexist?
How about you fasten up yourself?
Tryna be on guest lists
Shake my head, the game is just a mess
I see these little boys struggling to pay off on their debts
And instead of flying straight with their connects, they make a rap song and claim it's a finesse
I'm just shaking up my head
I'm in, I'm in my local barbers taping up my dreads
I'll paint the road too, my barber knows, he makes sure that I'm next
Yes, life of a trap lord boss
With them niggas 'round you, you won't even know who the back door was
Yeah, Ross Kemp can get an interview, or Trap Lore Ross
Even when I step into the trenches, then it's at your cost
I ain't talkin' to no little man, I'll at your boss
I don't water nothin' down, if anything, I add more Voss
Catch is on your playlist, like
Like I wasn't on a mattress with a makeshift knife
Practise 'til I make it right
You really think they'll reform me? You're mad
I still get nightmares of them recalling me back
And I get PTSD whenever we all in a bank
'Cause my last bank I had us take a sweetcorn in for pack
Yuck
TMI made me, now I'm a rapper so it's EGA or EMI, crazy
And way before 29 made moves on wave tunes
I saw him making it snow, bro, and it was late June
Think them bando days leave your brain?
You ever seen a fiend get excited when they see your vein?
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