[Verse 1] I'm like, they're like nothing like me Believe me family, I'm nothing like them Look, I roll with Dirt but I'm nothing like them Keep it blue like cancer in them Yeah, we're like, we're like nothing like youts If it ain't flow then we're bagging up food Them are not live, still strapping up zoots Move like a shotter, nothing like, nothing like Trust me family, I'm not thing like them Nah, nah, dead that talk, man I daze them Daze them golden boy, I'm amazing Hand on the mic and I'll one time blaze them Man are like come in like "come 'ere couzzy" Taliban stylee we kamikaze I make a boy lean back like he's on a Harley East manaman in the East manor, man I'm really out here hustling P's on the road so we're cashing in Taking time, I ain't rushing in Stop talking guns, you ain't bussin' 'em, nah As for me, I'm the low key Stryder With everything black from the clothes To the black Motorola V3 RAZR I still might answer the private number
[Hook] (x2) Flows, boy better know that we got that doe It's only right that we want that Nah, nah, they can't match me From the hats to the creps, I'm matching
[Verse 2] Trust me, them man are nothing like me Straight up hoods when I'm 'ere, no blazer Call me a stunter, sport those Pradas You still can't see me on a regular Flows, boy better know that we got the doe It's only right that we want that So we write them bars, can't stop that I'm focused, no time for the hater Stop fronting, you're nothing like G's Take what I want, no thanks, no please Look, look, I plan to lock this game Right now, one time, then I'm dashing them keys Yep, yep, Ruff Sqwad, I'm repping this team Free Roachee, let him back on this scene I need to draw, two draw, let me zone that Nah, not today little G I'm a lean back toker, Cloud 9 blazer I said not today little G I'm a lean back toker, Cloud 9 blazer 'Ear what I'm sayin' then flash up your lighter Call me Tinch,??? or Stryder Fam, you're nothing like me, don't hype up Strictly bad boy rhymes that I write up 'Ear what I'm sayin' then flash up your lighter
[Hook] (x2) Flows, boy better know that we got that doe It's only right that we want that Nah, nah, they can't match me From the hats to the creps, I'm matching
[Verse 3] Yeah, look, I'm on the grind like nothing I get low like I'm underground or something Chill for a bit then I stack for a whizzile Then come through the manor like I'm signed or something Watch I'll freeze my neck below minus I'm not like these other guys, they're a minus Then we cruise through the hood, don't mind us Got a little name so guys dislike us I keep telling them it is what it is Roll with the??? for now 'til??? Then we??? where we live 'cos If not then I bring it to your gates like knock knock kid, what I got rhymes, spit flow, get doe If my doe goes low, move O's Took time out, now I'm back involved So I keep telling them that I'm back you know
[Hook] (x3) Flows, boy better know that we got that doe It's only right that we want that Nah, nah, they can't match me From the hats to the creps, I'm matchingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
