OTF

[Chorus]

If it weren’t for the L’s we took

The wins wouldn’t feel so righteous

Families ties my guy

It’s only the family, no outsiders

Remember the times my hood was at one

It’s fucked, now we’re all divided

Whatever the weather we get up and grind

We’re grinding whatever the climate

I’m young but I’m business minded

Treat this shit like the trap and blow

First whip was a Vauxhall Astra

Next one I need an Aventador

Now that I’m up they forgеt I’m human

At times I still feel low

I’ll sell evеrything that you can in the trap

But I swear I won’t sell my soul

[Verse 1]

20 bag my trainer collection

What do you mean 5 bags for a show

Just had a meeting talk with a label

Same day that I got trained to go

I’m trained to go

Living my movie, playing my role

I’m trained to go

Keep the convo brief, I ain’t saying no more

We step into bandos, and make ourselves at home

I was young tryna do my ting

Everyday same drip you could tell I was broke

It’s funny how they used to air

I disappear now they’re belling my phone

My ex she didn’t believe me

I remember I said I would blow

[Chorus]

If it weren’t for the L’s we took

The wins wouldn’t feel so righteous

Families ties my guy

It’s only the family, no outsiders

Remember the times my hood was at one

It’s fucked, now we’re all divided

Whatever the weather we get up and grind

We’re grinding whatever the climate

I’m young but I’m business minded

Treat this shit like the trap and blow

First whip was a Vauxhall Astra

Next one I need an Aventador

Now that I’m up they forget I’m human

At times I still feel low

I’ll sell everything that you can in the trap

But I swear I won’t sell my soul

[Verse 2]

Last of the real , I’ll do what it takes

I’m feeling out numbered, there’s too much fakes

I got paranoia, there’s too much jakes

I’m not going through this again

We felt too much pain to settle for fame

I want the whole estate

Shoebox money, the dough ain’t safe

I pray for the day that I clean

They say they love me but they don’t mean it

Speak to the bag I need it immediately

I keep on eating a secret ingredient, secrecy

Back then it was hard for me

These days I’m getting it easily

Bad b travelling W12

She’s coming from E15

[Chorus]

If it weren’t for the L’s we took

The wins wouldn’t feel so righteous

Families ties my guy

It’s only the family, no outsiders

Remember the times my hood was at one

It’s fucked, now we’re all divided

Whatever the weather we get up and grind

We’re grinding whatever the climate

I’m young but I’m business minded

Treat this shit like the trap and blow

First whip was a Vauxhall Astra

Next one I need an Aventador

Now that I’m up they forget I’m human

At times I still feel low

I’ll sell everything that you can in the trap

But I swear I won’t sell my soul