[Verse 1: ayrtn]
(huh)
Crystal freezing out my collar bone
I step alone on the curb stone
That bitch shit, I can not condone
I'm a young boy, but I act grown (true)
Ayrtn bumping in my headphones (nice)
I keep on hitting these milestones (ah)
I keep working till I'm well known, till I'm doing shows different timezones (hm)
Little man I beg you watch your tone (ah)
Please do not play with man (please)
I want a hundred bands (wait)
Serving it to your mans (wait)
I am the cream of the crop the finest in south, I'm hard to be stopped (true)
Money in the night box, wasteman send a nigga to the shop (bap eyy)
Chillin' like a villain and you know that I be bangin' these riddims (uh)
You niggas annoying like pidgeons I drop a banger you can't help but just listen (true)
I be whipping in the kitchen my wrist always flicking I ain't washing dishes (wait)
Making couple mans wishes they want me to drop it yeah thats all they wishing (ey ey)
Slowing it down, baddest of baddies she blowing it down
That nigga funny you come like a clown (ey)
She wanna go for another 2 rounds (huh)
Seke he got the compound (true)
Already told you I work couple pounds (hey)
Finally found my sound, (hey) bill up my dargs, (hey) call up my hounds (wait)
[Verse 2: Len]
[?] and she gone ask me got real niggas in the room
[?] in my lungs it took a nigga past the moon
Tryna' fit these fucking rackies in my wallet ain't no room
Niggas try and piss me off they succeeded there were grey hours
[Verse 3: DiDiDolt]
(yah! ey yeah)
(hey, hey, HEY!)
Too much irrelevance
Too many things wanna happen then
Too many planning my accidents
Clocked I was dead at this rapping shit, so i'm practicing
Too many loving the accolades
You ain't got shit but the second place
Only real niggas can not relate
And they eat me like a dinner plate
Lover face, can't relate
Dinner plates talkin' 'bout crème brûlée
Lovin' the heat, I could just turn on repeat
Put them in ovens they crumbelay
Where I lay, heavens gate, never late
I will not die let it resonate (resonate) resonate
Working for a better pay everyday
Fuck that
Real nigga might rode a fun strap
Little kid might want his lunch back
Got big puff in my backpack
Still wonder when they gone hack that
In the studio with the trackback
Why the government wanna track man?
Cover my face with a bandana
Too my hoes you a bystander
[?]
Getting my weed from the tropics
Dedicate this shit so often
[?]
Got the weed put it in the coff (uhh yeah)
Put it in the office
Nigga wanna talk bout the profit
[Outro: ayrtn & DiDiDolt]
Shit
I kinda went off what you were saying aswell I clocked
What what you mean? nah you done it fam
Let me hear it
