[Verse 1]

I weren't brought up with an easy life

I was grabbing OZs while they grabbed .35s

I weren't grabbing on heat, I was grabbing on knives

I was banging up youts, no thoughts of a blind

You ain't ever seen a trapdoor go sky

You ain't ever seen your chicks move on the sly

You ain't ever seen kids move for the rice

You don't wanna see Ets move for his guys

You don't wanna see Ets move like a demon

AJ like Musa, me, I'm like Griezmann

Got bare cats on my line and they fiending

Cuh my peng food got nose bleeding

I mean, it's got them dreaming

I'm dropping white dots on cats and they gleaming

I'm with a dread man, look like I'm Keefing

Aggy west yout, send shots like Griezmann

[Hook]

I'm a nice guy, best mind how you're speaking

I'm a nice guy, best mind how you're speaking

Don't wanna see Ets start turn anti

Don's got the pouch, beat shots like Griezmann

I'm a nice guy, best mind how you're speaking

I'm a nice guy, best mind how you're speaking

Don't wanna see Ets start turn anti

Hand on my pouch, beat shots like Griezmann

[Verse 2]

Loud buds got me turnt up

Amm packs that I roll up

I was grinding '07 with no luck

Move opp around me, get your phone stuck

I move stick for the Ps, tryna blow up

I show boat on the yak when my dough's up

I double tap peng tings when they glow up

I double tap your gyal if she shows love

There's bare hate on the kid but I flow greaze

From early, grabbing yats that are so fleek

'09, checking youts for their OZs

'010, I grabbed bits, then my phone bleeped

Dee taught me how to trap with no sleep

We done bare road, nearly flipped a whole key

I'm still billing up spliffs that are so green

Poke man's neck, he ain't lucky like Pro Green

[Hook]

I'm a nice guy, best mind how you're speaking

I'm a nice guy, best mind how you're speaking

Don't wanna see Ets start turn anti

Don's got the pouch, beat shots like Griezmann

I'm a nice guy, best mind how you're speaking

I'm a nice guy, best mind how you're speaking

Don't wanna see Ets start turn anti

Hand on my pouch, beat shots like Griezmann

[Verse 3]

E-T-S, man, I move like Memphis

I make bunning MCs look reckless

I see bare MCs wanna test this

Till I start dishing out bangs like tek this

I move sick, I'm alright like a Lexus

Swing first, I don't really wanna tek risks

Man down, head spun like an X6

Skrrr, skrrr, then I'm bunning my exits

Peng gyal do what? Fam, I dun said

As a yout, man slept on the bunk beds

Me and bro, same room, it was mad dead

Till I slept in the trap with the punk head

Till I slept in the trap with the dark light

I'm from Grove, same road as Halfpipe

Till I slept in the trap with the dark light

I'm from Grove, same road as Halfpipe

[Outro]

Griezmann!

Déjà vu

It's the late late show from France again

Friday night in Paris

Dmitri Payet

Tonight in Marseilles

Antois Griezmann

Just in time

And they've put their bodies in the way

They've really been a part of what's been a really exciting game