[Pt. I]
[Intro]
(Rah it's BK ya kna)
That way, that way, that way, that way, that way, that way, that way
(Rah it's BK ya kna)
[Chorus]
Things we do for the things we move, we do bad in pursuit of happy
I don't grind with stress, I see G's, they're turning patchy
Pigs still want me in jail, I'm the one that's screaming: "Catch me!"
All this cloud to the face, I can see my lungs turning ashy
[Verse]
But I remember them hungry nights, when all of this weed got rationed
No one smoke for free, one score got split into three
Me, Spots and Blacks, we really had to save these packs
That's heroine all in the air, cah we're chilling in yards with cats
Tryna make shit happen, got me stressed 'bout differеnt matters
Until I can slap myself and all of thesе lands got patterned
Must of known that the gang's on action, we spill in the name of badness
I'm the type to ride on you then came back round like: "Nigga, what happened?"
So they can't see me lacking (Nope), just jump out and get cracking
If I have to lift my top, just know that Majik ain't flashing
So when Hackney hit yo' news, it's calm, that's gang, that's crashing
If Hackney hit yo' news, it's calm, that's gang, that's crashing
Gotta step with presence
Gang's known for conceiling weapons
More time cruising tints, cah the boydem know my essence
Still I can't hear these talkers, but I'll never be Richie Porter
I break down corners and corners 'til I turn Colonel, sutting like Saunders
Can't show love to sons, but I've got a mad history with daughters
Really can't stand these setbacks, but I love coming up from daughters
They can't stop saying I'm deep, my bars paint pics like authors
I really love my sleep, but I gotta wake up to orders (That way)
[Chorus]
Things we do for the things we move, we do bad in pursuit of happy
I don't grind with stress, I see G's, they're turning patchy
Pigs still want me in jail, I'm the one that's screaming: "Catch me!"
All this cloud to the face, I can see my lungs turning ashy
Things we do for the things we move, we do bad in pursuit of happy
I don't grind with stress, I see G's, they're turning patchy
Pigs still want me in jail, I'm the one that's screaming: "Catch me!"
All this cloud to the face, I can see my lungs turning ashy
(M1 on the beat)
[Interlude: The Godfather]
Mike, you don't come to Las Vegas and talk to a man like Moe Greene like that!
Fredo, you're my older brother, and I love you.
But don't ever take sides with anyone against the family again.
[Pt. II]
[Chorus]
I never lose sight of my goons
Eagle vision with all these birds, I never run out on my goons
Man are getting caught on the wing
Like where are your brodies though? (Where?)
Man are getting caught in the four, like where did yo' brodies go?
Four-K what?, spastic yutes
Majik comfy, squeezing boobs
Still leave man with cuts and wounds
Caught on site, what you sliding to?
They ain't dropped nutting but single tunes
Scoring mad, how you start then lose?
We do things, erratic moves
Put it in cling and plastic too
They run from Stone cah they know he booms
One-two gauge, different mods
Got me rolling around all masked up
It gets sight of the opp
Then watch my lil nigga just fast up
And you can watch him leave his whip
That's another one stacked in the forewrist
T does amazing whips, I'm running from IC-1s
Still tryna get icy ones, but me, I'm an IC-3
Gotta watch out for the life of G's
None of us penny the opps
Them boy there roll in threes, everybody's bad till you get slapped
Now you look bad on ITV
Gotta stack my P that way
I'ma send a man back home that way
Me, I be going that way
The only way, the trap way
