[Intro: LukeyWorld]

Fuego, fuego

[Verse 1: LukeyWorld]

I get told to dumb down my raps all the time

What you know about MACs on the ride?

I beat the corn off the map, no lie

Shotting crack on crack consign

Go to war with the MAC on the ride

Clip extended, hoping you die

I see a man, that's an eye for an eye (Eye)

Shoot him down, boom, bye-bye

Let it go, bring him close to the sky (Uh)

I ain't afraid of death, no lie (No lie)

Would have thought I would never die (What?)

Aggy's sick with the stick, he's the guy (What?)

EPP extended the guy

Soon havе to free most of the guys

Real niggas get back to thе life (Trust)

Fake niggas be paying the price (Woo)

Pretend they road to the kwengers online (Woo)

Jail house gets fed up of lies

Freedom, freedom is a must

In the Lord, you know I trust

I want the game back, I'm feeling disgust

Ain't had sex in long, I'm bust

What you know about days on the bus? (What?)

Going court every day like I'm touring (Touring)

Listening to what the witness saw (I wanna hear that)

Description, never hit that door

I don't tolerate it, lad, they're snitches

I love the thumb 'cause the finger it itches

Touch the skin, got the ting taking pictures

Really 'bout this life, I really live it

NM, no manners with it

Blow bands, man, blow that spinach

[Verse 2: GoldLink]

Skrrt, skeet

Ridin' wit a bitch that hurt me

Bad juju, she curse me

Saucy bitch so flirty

RIP to the shooter, cried in the booth, shit hurt me

Four dark days in the hood, I lied, we killed that nigga, shit merky

You don't wanna talk 'bout the dark times where I had to shoot mine, shit was thirsty

Pullin' out sticks, hit that shit with that boom-boom, leave you with thirty

Uh, mob with guys, real hood ties

Star with the David's, cook up the pies

Rollin' with the mandem, had to throw a tantrum

Hit her with the dance moves, she said, "How could you?"

Woop-woop-woop, feds on my ass

Runnin' from my past, pants fall off my ass

Used to fuck a bad bitch, little black singer with a whole lot of demons and some bodies from her past

I'm GoldLink

Fuck what you thought, now I'm what you think

Used to be canceled, now I just shake

Rappin' like Wayne, Sorry 4 The Wait

Four five shots, dumpin' bodies in the lake

Hold up, ooh (Yeah)

Keep that tool

I don't follow rules

Break the rules

I don't give a fuck 'bout you

Break my fuckin' back on, uh

[Verse 3: LukeyWorld]

Back Pack's my bro, get with it

Stock sticks get hold up, innit?

And what you know about days on the lane?

F-I, move mad like Wayne

Old school Acre Lane campaign (What?)

Shootouts, but we ain't broad day

Buck Pane in Tooting Broadway

Bringing hella wax with me on the way (Trust)

Soon land, bring me back to the game

Monopoly's got me insane

Tryna make them deals off the 'caine

Overseas, got me living like I'm nice

But only for a week, then I'm back

On the streets where we sling that crack

Addiction bring the fiend to the trap

TT of raw is mad

Pebble down and bank that pack

I beat the case, they brang me back

Eleven year, that's mad, that's mad

Looked at the judge, smiled like I'm mad

My nigga Jibs, he rolling back to back

Don't think blacks will pet to back the wap

'Cause it's that and free my nigga Stacks

D-I, my co-defendant back

[Outro]

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