Habits

[Chorus] You can do what you want, all it takes is practice One of one, no way you could match this Muscle memory, bando habits Still concealing a yeah in my jacket Still park yeahs underneath my mattress Badness from a yute, I've been on badness I’ve shed blood, sweat, and tears And still, I ain't shed these bando habits [Verse 1] Or the love of the bag, chop slabs and tag it Slang it, I don't know nothing about slacking Stack, all I know is grind, keep stacking If I get nicked, don’t tell them what's cracking I got spots when I slept on a blue mat I'm still live anytime that you see me Shit changed, money grows on trees But still, these bando habits won't leavе me Masked up so nobody sees me Glovеs on, tryna' hide my ID Slap this wap, make him spin like a CD If the feds try, won't nobody find me I ain't DeJ Loaf, can't nobody try me I’ll make a big man sit on his hiney There’s a lot of bad habits behind me I'm from the hood, but don’t let it define me [Chorus] You can do what you want, all it takes is practice One of one, no way you could match this Muscle memory, bando habits Still concealing a yeah in my jacket Still park yeahs underneath my mattress Badness from a yute, I've been on badness I've shed blood, sweat, and tears And still, I ain't shed these bando habits [Verse 2] Against all odds I made it happen It’s only right that I'm high as a cloud Have you lit a stovetop with a matchstick Then watched folks let the bitches drown? When it don't lock, let it cool in the freezer Then smoke fags and potter around I'm tryna double up racks, make bread, and this yute here is fucking about Sound, you know me, but we ain't sound There's four lines in a sprite Slime coming out of my eyes while I stagger around Spliff full of sushi, chuffing it down Twenties, tens, pinkies, live, I ain't seen a five-pound note in time I wasn't on banging 9-5 so I spit these bars and write these rhymes [Verse 3] You can do what you want, all it takes is time Work hard and stay on your grind My top lip slaps and it sounds like crack No cap, why do you think that I'm already signed? I'm in the dance, blinded by the lights White boy wasted, out of my mind Looking for RA, but I can't find So I went to the bar, got shots, then died Waved, you can tell by the look in my eyes But you can't see through these YSL shades Faded, geeked in and out of my brain Fans calling my name, I just smile and wave Bad breed, don't know how to behave Talk on my name and you're digging your grave Swing shanks, I'm giving out fades Then go and smoke cali 3.5:s to the face Rich, but shit, ain't nothing changed I'm still live on the Croydon mains There's still a yeah on my hip, unclipped And I'm still ordering food from Flames The ends are hot, and so is my face I still chat to the man 3Face He showed man dreams will amount to nothing If you don't work and stay in your lane [Chorus] You can do what you want, all it takes is practice One of one, no way you could match this Muscle memory, bando habits Still concealing a yeah in my jacket Still park yeahs underneath my mattress Badness from a yute, I've been on badness I've shed blood, sweat, and tears And still, I ain't shed these bando habits