Am I the only one that's been on bail While he's in jail Now I just step foot into the T And I can't inhale I came up for the Re Now I can't link this girl It's been an hour How the fuck can my tracksuit smell? Me and bro done too much mileage Again we gotta fill up at shells And we just went halves on a handting You don't want that filled up with shells All the opps know damn well If I rose with it I'm with it I done all of these jails on my lonlies Can't anybody tell me I'm timid Still I can't mix pleasure with business I had to get these numbers scripted Have you ever seen a paper Back and front just filled up with nuttin but digits? Get down there with a bruckdown Vauxhall Filled up with nuttin by hittas Do it with the gang Or do it on my jones like bridget I was tryna get my prints off the handting You couldn't keep ur prints of belaire like Philip You was in the VIP section drinking I was in the bando flipping Get the drop on the opp Make Headie one get any inkling And just like the bando I'll be on that backroad flipping My young boys do listen But they ain't got patience Finesse this broad day chinging They couldn't believe like an atheist I got old friends I gotta do em like strangers I got them all stressed back home Like they ain't got papers Im on the backroad doing up Ching I should be at home with my ting Now the MTV they all in my crib With evidence bags full of scales and the cling How they take that one two stack that I made off a flip But it ain't nuttin Cah I ring ring trap I do this ting daily like blind Me and big bro spend time with the sicklight Look at the flick of the wrist still Pack Look like the heaviest assist still You ain't taking these risks still I seen flashing lights like a disco Now all of these pigs at my door I'm about to get hit with the Rico I'm about to get hit with the Rico I spent all of them days in Thameside Grub got bruck like an enzyme The last time I scored on an opp I felt like doing that chest knife Fill this dinger to the brim And take it their on a test drive I aim that spins like tlc I make sure I close my left eye I'm on the back road doing up jedi Them niggas sour they red-eye Nothing comes before my numbers Not even my NI (ONE) How many times have I been in cuffs And everything got denied?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
