Niggas talkig in my hood I don't care about it Talking in my hood like they're about it Any violations, any passa man grab the wappa Then come back again cah we're about it And I never grew up off YOLO That's why the work rate's mad They call me N'Golo, that's Kanté Grinding through the summer, no Zante Team full of gunners I control them like Santi Forgot what I was meant to do I think I got too high Thinking where to fly this summer Man I'm thinking Dubai But Bane's on the phone talking Miami Any passa at a show you'll end up in a ward No Grammy I was popping bottles She was popping off the xannies All I know, at food tonight She'll be popping off her panties Came back from Birms I was thinking to touch Manny I was sipping on the Maggie Bro was blowing off to Cali Goals getting clearer Goals getting nearer I remember bro bussing He had one hand in the air Running down the road like Shearer Tryna get a close up like, can you get nearer I was like yo, what's your angle? Are you really bout it? You would snitch like Randall Groupy's getting mad I'm like wah gwan boo boo Skipped death so many times Got them thinking I'm doing juju I like it I might mix the Balmain with the Bape shit Real niggas only I don't fuck with the fake shit Fake nigga phobia I know I've skipped death so many times The mandem think it's over here And you know the truth talk smooth with the bop You thought it was the moonwalk And you don't wanna know half of it Just know lil bro got nicked for the narcotics As he just walked in, looking bolo We don't talk much I'm done talking like Kojo Bro just phoned me He said he's finished breaking z's Talking bout the saucinista I need to give that shit to Pez Just see my akhi So I agree with Salam Even though we both know what I'm doing is haraam But I, swing it on my deen Right now I'm like potter Got conversation with the fiend Never had time for a mannequin challenge I was too busy tryna add p's to my balance Said you move dark and light like timelines Next thing you know the masks on just like mankind Man they're all sick, and they're envy I ain't Sanchez This Rastaman don't mix with frenzy Blowing off some sensee Listening to Sensee Shit I meant Sensi Free my bro ten times Could've rocked the DSQUARED2 But I'm in some Benji Fuck I meant Benjart Cost face Ben what? Bolo, Fenwa? Bro said the cats calling back and gave him Michellin ten stars I'm still licked off the last five Left the dons from six I ain't getting home till half nine Still the same guy with no man around me I drop a ban on your bitch I tell her to tell her man about me Had a job Didn't make it past the first week Bandwagon niggas still fighting for the first seat I make noise all the trappers still feel me If it weren't for the music The opps said they'd probably kill me You sit and talk about us with the haters While we sit in Gauchos order food with the waiters There's a pattern to this life shit I see you try to hate on me But you pattern when it's my shitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
