Bang Out

[Chorus] x2 If I brake down or make it up Most stay real, they’re selling out For the money and my brudda, man are banging out Man are banging out [Verse 1] Suttin’ like yo, just peek your chest You ain’t on smoke and it don’t make sense like Yo, I ain’t seen him in fields It was me, AP, they ain’t seen it like we like Yo, R.I.P. AP, brodie crodie, yeah my heart still bleeds like Yo, better fuck out my face and that, take no cheek from patties Yo, money dealt with drillas So much love for them cyatties, trust no baddie Most them gyal dem chatty King Khan never did it gyali, all need is cali Puff that down, get money Hit that strip all bummy, so silently Roll so silently Them can never be me, I’m a different breed [Chorus] x4 If I brake down or make it up Most stay real, they’re selling out For the money and my brudda, man are banging out Man are banging out All the ghosts on my back are wilder than before [Verse 2] Look The return on of Mansa, I ain’t playin’ games when I say I’m ‘ssiah I return like Simba, fought all greatness to take my kingdom I come from a place where feds label you gang-related So if you look like me, somehow you’re just gang-related See mileage, it was so pricey Reload the game repeatedly How many nerds tried me? Strike again and again phy-si-cal-ly Young, dark I'm with stripes, claim my attitude so they created lies How many times they tried it? Try again and again, but I’m still alive [Chorus] x4 If I brake down or make it up Most stay real, they’re selling out For the money and my brudda, man are banging out Man are banging out All the ghosts on my back are wilder than before