Roadents

[Intro] (Cross cut this one) Look [Verse 1] Don't matter to them 'bout where we from, in the gutters where we belong Ain't spend these nights in the game just to end up getting stained by a cat named Tom Ain't forget 'em, but they're gone, both my boys, this shit long I'm weak every day of the week, but I still tell bro's little bro stay strong Crocodile teeth come Colgate bronze (Brap, brap), what are you on? There's man that risk their life for the T, my G, don't risk your lifе for a thong Fuck ya skunt, bing like bong, I'm on the top, King like Kong Gеt left if you can't move right, that's right, we ain't never gonna move shit wrong [Chorus] My boydem pickup the leng, mum told me I better go pick up a pen We're stuck in these streets, it's all we know 'til we pick up a knife Then when young bucks can't get off the road, we're rodents Suttin' like mice of men, shen, yeng, yeng, when, next gen 'Round 'ere that brotherhood shit, Don't mean nuttin' more than ends I've seen mandem snake their friends for a dude with a couple of gyal in a Benz Boy, if the ting you drew ain't a ten, go back in the field and do it again That point didn't count so double it, trouble in paradise, Skilli go beng Beng, shen, yeng, ugh [Verse 2] Ugh, the shank just bent (Shit), but the toaster ain't jam My fam, set Fiyaz to a man like Brent Told bro watch out, there's money on ya head Fling stones like Fred, now the money got spent I ain't content with the result, my people gonna rise up skengs Protocol, we have hundred straps, all the boys warn ride out And if he's in hideout, any minute now we garn find out Brudda best mind out, leff him inside out Tick tok, time out, ten man taking a .9 out Don't get catch on a night out, lights out Wet dat, Total Wipeout [Chorus] My boydem pickup the leng, mum told me I better go pick up a pen We're stuck in these streets, it's all we know 'til we pick up a knife Then, when young bucks can't get off the road, we're rodents Suttin' like mice of men, shen, yeng, yeng, when, next gen 'Round 'ere that brotherhood shit, Don't mean nuttin' more than ends I've seen mandem snake their friends for a dude with a couple of gyal in a Benz Boy, if the ting you drew ain't a ten, go back in the field and do it again That point didn't count so double it, trouble in paradise, Skilli go