MAKA

I'm tired, drained, exhausted, knackered, I ball like Shaq when the backboard's shattered
As long as the money and family's patterned, I don't give a fuck 'cause that's all that matters
Arabic one, she a blatant gaffer, but she don't think that I know she a badders
We trap, but we shoulda kicked back, been scammers, I seen bro call and wack that baller

On the stove, cook rollin' stones, but the jackboys cream off her moves like Jagger
Think that I poured up too much Maka', my belly is bloated, I fucked my bladder
50 notes, got hella red faces, makin' her blush, one touch, she's flattered
Please and thank you, remember your manners, I don't even live in a crib, it's a manor

Alright (alright), between me and them, there's a serious gap
I laugh out loud when I hear them brag, I was just like them, I was sharin' clothes
Me and bro took turns, I'd share with wads like the back of my hand, got the area mapped
That was crack cocaine and heroin wraps, it was Cathmore Park where they buried the waps

Now me and 'em boys got nothin' in common, they can't compare me, nothin' ain't similar
Chrome Heart shades on my face, remember the ones that I teefed from the 3D cinema
Shoulda went collie and not skipped seminar, bro pushed weight like cellulite
OT sellin' like court on sell site, risk jail time for a cash flow regular

I was only a kid peekin' through the window, and I got gassed when I heard it slap
Go to the club, get paid and cut, they buy tables and get burst off yak
Is it worth all of that to get turf by yats? For me and my batch, it don't work like that
What you lot hear don't hurt me, so I make sure when I cheat, no words get back

Put them in my shoes, I don't know if them dudes gonna make it through
I don't know if they'll manage
Dressed like skaters, still got my 'nan Condette when I'm wearin' Supreme or Palace
I got beef, but I ain't liftin' a finger, I make P that can make people vanish
I played FIFA with the fiends in the bando, shit WiFi had my P'4 laggin'

I'm tired, drained, exhausted, knackered, I ball like Shaq when the backboard's shattered
As long as the money and family's patterned, I don't give a fuck 'cause that's all that matters
Arabic one, she a blatant gaffer, but she don't think that I know she a badders
We trap, but we shoulda kicked back, been scammers, I seen bro call and wack that baller

On the stove, cook rollin' stones, but the jackboys cream off her moves like Jagger
Think that I poured up too much Maka', my belly is bloated, I fucked my bladder
50 notes, got hella red faces, makin' her blush, one touch, she's flattered
Please and thank you, remember your manners, I don't even live in a crib, it's a manor

We got guns and balla
Fine shit came with a friend, I'm not even knowin' which one's badder
Rollin' low, it's ski in the Benz, I'm back on the ends, I feel like Spragga
T-ten zigs, I'm twillin' blems, they don't want that, it's filled with cancer

Filled to the brim, ain't got no space, I fucked with three, but you bought that bag
Her chest too high, but she got no waist
Why they watchin' man so much while I'm watchin' gyal? I-I don't think they're straight
Lah, banged that off, make space, he's pushin' his friend like they're havin' a race
P-p-play with somethin' that's safe, the hash is high, and so the states

The static's loud, and so is the, and so is the bass
DXB, I'm flyin' Emirates, he woulda turned pack, but he got on a plane, huh
Cooked in the brain, he thought he was bad, got took for his chain (bitch)
Like a Tucson double-cup tuck, they're askin', "What's that, pink lemonade?"