Pray day’s changed, Rollie plain Jane
Ever done two bootings in the same f#cking day?
Yeah I got grabbed, you really slap them toys?
But never could I sing like the Backstreet Boys
Shoot a n#gg# like a sale, filled ends up with bells
Go home and cut my hair and my nails
In the woods, I weren’t tryna make pencils with my genna
f#ck Kendall, n#gg#s can’t f#ck with my credentials
New strizzies them, drop mashes on the kiddies them
Crocodile teeth, Skillibeng
Spesh ting, ain’t too res it ain’t stepping
Them n#gg#s ain’t real, they’re just pretending
Remember I got my man shot with just a phone call
Even when we done them civvies it was a close call
See me in the Benz, double C’s on the creps
But you’ll never ever see me on no fence
When it comes to glides I’m in the top form
Had to beat and dodge corn, you know we’re unruly like Popcaan
From locked doors to f#cking b#tches on top floors
Now they bring me champs to the shop floor
When it comes to glides I’m in the top form
Had to beat and dodge corn, you know we’re unruly like Popcaan
From locked doors to f#cking b#tches on top floors
Now they bring me champs to the shop floor
I know why they hate the don
Spilling in Saint Laurent, one-fifty when I put the AP on
Do the maths, drinking tea in the Fendi Caffe
See you at the top my n#gg#, Fredo Bang
Chicks wanna roll with Rimz, I put food into cling
Still remember when my phone didn’t ring
Wouldn’t be here without the fiends
Grub stretching limousines, went from D&G to Celine
Just served a smoker, gotta make tauba
Never had a older, only men in my revolver
I was seventeen with a seventeen
I seen so much sh#t I need therapy
I was really front line when it was cooking
Me and E, we really bleached out in bushes
Tryna turn a boy off like Virgil
And I don’t see no heroes when I circle
When it comes to glides I’m in the top form
Had to beat and dodge corn, you know we’re unruly like Popcaan
From locked doors to f#cking b#tches on top floors
Now they bring me champs to the shop floor
When it comes to glides I’m in the top form
Had to beat and dodge corn, you know we’re unruly like Popcaan
From locked doors to f#cking b#tches on top floors
Now they bring me champs to the shop floor
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