[Verse]

Nothin' to prove

I take the rough with the smooth

My nigga got life

He had nothin' to lose

I got social in the distance

Like that stuff on the news

You ain't never did a dirty

Put no blood on your shoe

Niggas silent in my presence

When I come in the room

Lil' nigga on the bench

And he's clucking to shoot

Still in and out the Benz

Like I'm fuckin' the coupe

Still pull up on my block

I got bud in the boot

Just to show a little presence

And to govern the youth

All these niggas tellin' lies

Then I come with the truth

I've been blowing hella cali

And there's rum in my juice

Allegations and arrests

I told them "come with some proof"

Used to being in my trap

Now I'm stuck in the booth

Still whipping it to crack

Or I'm cutting it loose

And I hit the studio

When there's nothing to do

My nigga ling fresh home

Said he's "loving the views"

[Chorus]

Used to cook it in the kettle

Drinking government juice

Picked him up inside the german

Playing one of my tunes

He just sat and did a 9

And that's one of my goons

And any sort of function

There's a gun in the room

Got my shooter on to anyone

That suddenly moves

And when I'm in the trap

Kitties running my tunes

Probably mixing or I'm stirring

Turning one into two

Or I'm balling with my missus

Either 1 or the 2

[Verse]

Pulling up inside the foreign

50k on my wrist

Shit I'm only 22

But I've been saving my chips

Consistent with my shit

They say "I'm taking the piss"

Forgetting about the days

And I was taking a risk

Either up in Hatton Garden

Or I'm scraping the dish

Gave my nigga 25

Can't relate man it's peak

Said he's always overthinking

About the days he was free

Always told me imma blow

Now I'm just waiting to see

Told him keep your head high

He said "he hates the police"

My nigga bingy came home

To basic in weeks

We ain't taking violations

We just tape up the scene

And shits more than rap

What's my name in the streets?

Still running up this paper

To a major degree

I gotta watch for my mates

Snake hating police

Even though I love my niggas

Shits fake in the streets

Got me blowing all this cali

Just to take me to sleep

[Chorus]

Used to cook it in the kettle

Drinking government juice

Picked him up inside the german

Playing one of my tunes

He just sat and did a 9

And that's one of my goons

And any sort of function

There's a gun in the room

Got my shooter on to anyone

That suddenly moves

And when I'm in the trap

Kitties running my tunes

Probably mixing or I'm stirring

Turning one into two

Or I'm balling with my missus

Either 1 or the 2