[Intro]
Yes, yes
Shout out Tweeko one for gettin' me in this one
(Ayy, I swear Stewszy made this)
(CW, what's the move, man?)
I don't wear my heart on my sleeve, unless I am rockin' CDG
We've been out here since '017
And done more shit than the man's OGs
Anythin' green get bun, and I ain't talkin' 'bout 3x3
They need to let my bro Rowdy free
(Aye, Tweeko mixed this, you know? It sounds cold)
He must thought that he could tram-flip B
[Verse 1]
Soon as I came out
I copped me a Beamer, and also a heater
I'm rollin' 'round on Tollgate Road with two tings in the car
Like my name is Peter, free Peter
Came a long way from puttin' smokes inside of the coupe
You best move cautious around us
Or your car could end up on—
My bro's in a traffic queue on his way to the 7, in a black coupe 7
Say that your bro's got you 'till the end
But when the doors popped, they're the first one pedalin'
Most of my guys are locked up now
Because of them man just can't stop tellin'
And it's embarrassin' 'cah they the ones that some gyals are weddin'
[Chorus]
I don't wear my heart on my sleeve, unless I am rockin' CDG
We've been out here since '017
And done more shit than the man's OGs
Anythin' green get bun, and I ain't talkin' 'bout 3x3
They need to let my bro Rowdy free
He must thought that he could tram-flip B
Straight ACG in my section, and that's how it's always gon' be
I'm missin' like most of my family tree
How the fuck could I be happy?
Free S, free H, free Dizz, free Active, free Ice and Rambzi
Free Trizz, free LK, free Striker, and also free Tiny
[Verse 2]
I can't rate some man out here
'Cah they out here neglectin' their kid
Instead of buyin' their BM a proper car
I could just splash it on drip
Priorities straight in a twist
No way can I be that nig'
Remember, you signed up for this
So don't get shot when your friend gets hit
Like, I beg let us pray
For the guys that have been brainwashed by my opps
And think that they are OJ
Once again, I am on a track
Tryna separate the real from the fake
'Cah I don't know why guys rate the other side of the motorway
Lemme take it back to the time
When we were on the block like everyday
Bunch of young boys just doin' up shootins'
At the cage nothin' like NBA
G, you put me in a vid'
Tryna tell me 'bout some dumb arse case
Not ever gon' say, you know, I got hit with the NFA
Bro bucked him in a four-door Astra, turn it to a coupe
My nigga shot him so fuckin' hard
To the point that their engine blew
I still got CJ in my zoot, and a bit of *** there too
And also the other few, look, listen
I'm on the opp block in a Uniqlo
I guess you could call that glampin'
You think I got time to be lurkin'?
I get the drop, then I go 'round there bangin'
I'm in Silvertown with the cannon
I'ma might have to go to the town through Cannin'
If I spot some, I'm expectin' it back
I ain't tryna hear that it's vanished
[Chorus]
I don't wear my heart on my sleeve, unless I am rockin' CDG
We've been out here since '017
And done more shit than the man's OGs
Anythin' green get bun, and I ain't talkin' 'bout 3x3
They need to let my bro Rowdy free
He must thought that he could tram-flip B
Straight ACG in my section, and that's how it's always gon' be
I'm missin' like most of my family tree
How the fuck could I be happy?
Free S, free H, free Dizz, free Active, free Ice and Rambzi
Free Trizz, free LK, free Striker, and also free Tiny
