Shout out Mika, my bro
Brr, mm
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All them cold nights sitting in the trap
Stacking for the spinner with the flikky on my lap
Had to whip it with the mag to turn the whips to Digi Dash
Got me flying OT and rags, just so I can flip a pack
Young niggas living fast
Gassed 'cah they did the dash
White when I flick my ash
Do a mazzaleen to bring my nigga back
All them cold nights in the trap
Why you think I'm in a mask?
I've been to hell and back
Seen hella cats, pushed hella crack
Jack me? never that, I bet I'd make the semi slap, boom
But if I jacked you darg then you won't get it back
Need big whips now Teddy where the hemmies at
Run up in spots like show me where the reddies at
I'm going Trevor mad, black suit, Men in Black, I need a half a mil stat
Looking like I push crack, like, Mike I'm a dad
Five years from now, trap's loose, remember that
Middle of December goin' mad, tryna fill a bag
Remember being stuck on tag, remember doing push-ups in a dutty pad
Always been money, mad, I've been jail two times for the love of bands
I see them niggas getting gassed off a couple grand
I've got some other plans, stack it up in rubber bands
I do the milly rock on any block, nigga and the money dance
So shout out my hitters in Spain and my killers in France
I got drillers in the yard and I got hitters in the dam
Know we tapped in with hitters when we land
Only lions and gorillas in the gang, I got a milly in the plan
But for now I'm putting Whitney in the pan
Been a minute since I visited the fam
But I'm really getting busy with the vision and the plan
For all them long days in my cell, can't you see I've been to hell
Must have been the karma for the things I sell
Mee-Mee-Mee-Meekz Manny bet the name rings a bell, flippin' hell
Free my niggas off the prison shell
They're either trapping or robbing, but I just wish them well
I seen them olders throw their dreams down the wishing well
If you're hitting fiends on my block, then don't miss a sale
Lost a couple homies, made me wanna hit the rails
When Deezy died the block lost it
So when them blockers lost Migs I could relate it's real shit
Gotta make it out quick, show 'em how we live
I need labels and cribs that's why I'm saving up quids
It's got me blazing up spliffs with no cig'
Could live fast and you can go quick
Probably got to lose your homie just to notice, crazy how the time goes quick
And when I'm on my grind I make the line go sick
The amount of times I made a white, oh flip
Had me out in Brinsford for my white, oh shit
Pull up on your bitch and make her bag the whole brick
Like, when I'm OT darg, I gotta stay focused
Couple kitties ran off with some pennies, so we don't tick
End up burning gaffs down, leaving them homeless
Cah I'm round fiends with no teeth and bare smokers, semi-autos and revolvers
Never show fear but show respect to my olders
Can't stop, won't stop
Grinding 'til the phone's off
Tryna break a whole box
Can't rest, won't rest
Grinding 'til the phone's dead
Tryna break a whole keg
Came a long way from Heath court and all that
Real niggas take that shit to the grave with 'em, can't steal my shine like Fabian