[Verse]

Neck deep in this shit, I can't really be hands off

I don't do stare downs or standoffs

Suttin getting aired out or banged off

And by the time I leave the game, they gon' think I did a bank job

Come on fam, who else you gon' bank on?

This baddie got a back so you ain't even gotta ask where my hands was

I popped the cork on the champs then she knew what the plan was

Remember running from the law, flying off, I had to hand drop

I turned my two-piece meal into a marinated lamb chop

I told bro "I need to flex, bring the Lamb truck"

And from a boy I went and met the street world

And started slanging that tapanga

And I was standing on the block dreaming bout a Rwanda

I'm chopping soya with the Af's, I wash it down with a Fanta

I'm genocide on the mic like Hotel Rwanda

I treat the dinger like a NASCAR

Jump out, I'm coming at you like Cleopatra

Bad boy like Martin, never been an actor

We gon' take your crop down, we don't need no tractor

Just fill the black bags up

See I was meant to take my L's, I don't know about no bad luck

I'm with the bad guys, you with the guys that got badded up

We fix roofs if they ask us what the ladders for

I treat my new ting like one that we had before

I'm with the pitbulls, you're moving more Labrador

I'm smoking out the pound, they got me more paranoid

I had to get it out the ground and never had a choice

Opened up the bag of chips, now the bitch wan' cat for the saveloy

Ain't nuttin in the other bag but a bag of noise

See them man have never had a voice

And now they're barking orders

Front line, I ain't running, I'm just marching forward

Your line hardly running, fiends barely calling

They get around these hoes and they start performing

They gon' get their little motion and they start stalling

I start my day with a mocha, that's a classy morning

Even when I was broke, I was slyly saucing

Fucking up shit, these niggas can't ignore me

They don't even know half my story

I ain't even seen half the glory

For all the guts that I gave out

All the mugshots we pray on, hoping that they never pick our face out

All them homes that we staked out

Just so we can knock your brains out

I might buy a pen and pad just so I can write the pain down

They hear the thunder in my voice, let it rain down

And I don't care if you get down or lay down

I suggest that you stay down

And I'm pressing on them keys like I'm Ray Charles

He was stood behind his boy and he got hit with the same round

We don't run with the same crowd

Cause I got hittas overseas that gon' jump on that plane now