MAGAZINE

[Intro] NJ Made It [Verse 1: Ashbeck] I'm getting to the cake I gotta take a slice I've been on my ish I'm too on point, I gotta stay precise Certain bruddas nowadays don't wanna pay the price You ain't stayed consistent Now you're slippin' Like it's blades on ice In the states, I spent a lot I'm tryna make it back Nowadays I'm doing what I like Believe I prayed for that I don't think for pussy in my life I'd ever pay for that She just pulled up to the crib (Yo) She tryna make it clap [Verse 2: Rushy] I've been out bait face You might see me in the west Got a problem with me nigga Say it with your chеst CRTZ, I just see her in a vest Stress 3 cah еvery ting bless Sex freak, she just want sex Took her back to mine She wanna argue Why you fucking with my head S3 and Ashbeezy I ain't fucking with the rest Think this life's so easy Spend a day in on my creps [Chorus: Ashbeck & Rushy] It's like every time I'm linking with Rushy It's a mazzaline I be in the yo Eating fruit and rolling gasoline (Crucked it!) I weren't popping Now you see me on the cover boy On the phone to Morgs Tryna pattern up this magazine Yeah, with the guys up in North West I've been getting more swagged out And getting more cheques Yeah, and I'm covered in this Gore-Tex I ain't pay a penny for these clothes at my doorstep She said she like how I move Like how the sex sound Got my afro out Look like that nigga from the Get Down Smoke it like Pacquaio I'm with the Fili's in the ends now Feds on the block they told me get down This city man, it's get down or lay down Mum knew I'll be a bad breed First time a nigga touched the playground I've been outside Running circles round my block like a greyhound I used to be that little bummy nigga But, I'm paid now [Verse 3: Ashbeck] Uh, yeah we changed up All that happened is We levelled up, we on the same stuff Summertime pouring henny playing J Hus Feels like it's been a long time since I gave up Yeah, yeah In that T-cross Then we breeze off, weed off and then I ease off What, I'm steezed off And I've been hot Talking bout the bag, big man it better be us [Verse 4: Rushy] Feel like it's been a long time since I gave a shit In the booth Every other day I'm tryna' make it big How you copy flows and then you go and take my fits How your girl copying hoes What a basic bitch I ain't ever known nobody to test me If they test me, they get their head rocked I ain't ever had a girl call me bestie Might as well call me Lloyd I can make your bed rock [Chorus: Ashbeck & Rushy] It's like every time I'm linking with Rushy It's a mazzaline I be in the yo Eating fruit and rolling gasoline I weren't popping Now you see me on the cover boy On the phone to Morgs Tryna pattern up this magazine Yeah, with the guys up in North West I've been getting more swagged out And getting more cheques Yeah, and I'm covered in this Gore-Tex I ain't pay a penny for these clothes at my doorstep She said she like how I move Like how the sex sound Got my afro out Look like that nigga from the Get Down Smoke it like Pacquaio I'm with the Fili's in the ends now Feds on the block they told me get down This city man, it's get down or lay down Mum knew I'll be a bad breed First time a nigga touched the playground I've been outside Running circles round my block like a greyhound I used to be that little bummy nigga But, I'm paid now