Yo Tunde, fresh home check it
Flying through these back roads, shotting off some crack stones
Up and down in an out, busy billing trap phones
My team gets it in, your team slacks loads
No rest for the worker unless the clutch breaks or pack goes
Nokias stinging off no iPhones with passcodes
Racks out a cats flat, it's real when we mash roads
Dash straps through a cat flap and took the chase back home
And took the chase back home
Carti frames and wristwatch, petty station pit stops
Came up giving tuck tick, you came up on TikTok
Flat bottom steering wheels flicking through like Insta reels
CPS made him break, my lot ain't taking deals
Hood bando rocking coke, glizzy in a moncy coat
Lizzie died thank God I still got these Scottish notes
Still take country trips, hit squad are crunching clips
Brown skins transport my bricks with some lovely hips
GPS tracker tag, still running too the bag
Been home a couple weeks and nearly made a hundred stacks
Me and them ain't the same, been through some different pain
Young Thug shoulda signed me, I'm loyal to the grave
Kept my mouth closed for two years and didn't shed no tears
Back to horsepower trapping, flicking through these different gears
Hut, hut pass and go, getting rid of Cali' loads
Just shotted two hundred pounds like I'm passing go
I used to get a pound for some sweets
Now I'm in the streets with some pounds of some sweets
Went from spin tech on the BMX
To spinners and techs from the B that we stretch
Lurking through the night like a red fox
Feds got me pissing in a bottle on the sweat box
They tryna wipe my team like three strikes out
But were still major league like the Red Sox
Had to switch the flow quick but watch me bring it straight back
Boot full of bottoms got me driving with a straight back
Decamp, crept in the alley like a stray cat
Grease stamp double M'd up like a Maybach
Geese gang, hella white birds come and make racks
Hella white birds come and make racks
Come and make racks
Hella white birds come and make racks
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(Legendary made this one)