[ Verse 1: Inno Barker ]
AM to PM, I had to hustle for a gig
Getting close to what I need, prolly moving around the streets
White tee, khaki on, poppin in blue bandana on
Red flags with the blood, full of gang signs and crip on
Chri$, rip em off
We all shine, see the muscle
Nigga flexing like bravo
Ain't no race, its marathon
I don't wanna hate, all I'm tryna do is tryna get cake
Out here floating in space, after I, see steak on my plate
[ Verse 2: Teflon ]
Its your boy Teflon
On the deck Chri$, nigga carry on (ugh yeah ouuh)
On the deck Chri$, nigga carry on
Ayiii!!
Lets get it!
Life is full of fakes
Wana-feki
Watakupoteza kama hauna pay
Text wanamute, call hawaongei
Maisha ya kisnitch, running everyday
What do you wanna say? Mwana niwe Gay?
Nitaacha vitu vyote ila siachi K
For God sake, family inacelebrate
My father died, yeah, but we still the great
Thank God tunalipa rents, tunadaka racks
Money tunawrite on checks
Nike & Vest wearing tukiwa happy n’ flex
Nini kingine man? Maisha mepesi
One day nilienda shule halafu ilikuwa boarding
[ Verse 3: Bobby ]
One time for the real ones
Fake niggas get dick sum
24/7 surrounded with real niggas, can't see me do new friends
Count figures, no loose ends
Your girl my new friend
Big swag, we set trends
Locked in, 99 beats, Chri$ got it lit, got me rapping shit
While I'm fucking your main bitch, what's her name?
This bitch got me insane
Puffing on some Bob Marley shit
Man it's crazy, cruising Sinza streets and I'm feeling lazy
Maana hii bangi inagonga kishenzi
Shots za nyagi, upepo wa Mbezi
Man ni Swayze
Bobby!
[ Verse 4: Bozart ]
Siwezi slide, ntathrive
Catch me on the yard, looking fly
Siwezi slide, ntathrive
G.O.D been always by my side, yeah yeah yeah!
November the 5th, yeah we coming in
Pop smoke big drip, Michael Jackson shit
Black pop star tryna drop it
Mi nataka rappers wote wastuck
Trapsoul mpaka bongo sio kiwack
Big daddy, lil niggas can't handle
Barker hooked me up with BMG
My niggas burried yours 6 feet
[ Verse 5: Don Barker ]
November 5th 2021, we’re heading all the way to the top
It’s smokey in here, me and my niggas are about to pop (no smoke without the pop)
I’m slippery wet, get the mop
BMG on the map, getting to the top spot
We gon’ fill up the parking lots
And this beat is the fucking jackpot
To dem riches
November 5th 2020, dem pics was trendy
The weed was plenty, Dem bitches was plenty
Her panties were fenty, my dick was ready
We were working on the EP
Big capacity like TB
I said y’all gon' see us on the TV
I’m not talking about CC
I’m talking about big screen
I’m talking about main stream
This flow is retarded, the gang is united
Dem girls excited, new school enlightened
U know how we started? ( you know how we started my nigga)
We started from the bottom
The beats are throttled
We ain’t got no lotto
We lead, they follow
Give us the title (give me that shit)
Ugh! I’m ballin' on this beat like 2k
This got drilled like UK
It doesn’t even matter what you say
We are here for the play and pay
We move with a steady pace
Rest Easy haters, y’all in a better place
Rest Easy haters, y’all in a better place