Rap Game Outro

[Verse]

Oi, Little B, remember when them niggas tried to shoot at my car but them niggas missed

Free all my on-it opps 'cause them niggas missed

Rest in peace NB, ’cause that nigga's missed

YB too, I ain't forgot you, I got you on my ink

Rest in peace Rick, we weren’t like that, but you showed me love

Nothin' like them weirdo niggas, always switchin' up

Rest in peace Kamari, I ain't seen you in a hundred months

Before I rest in peace, I'm tryna give a hundred to my mum

That's for all the times you ran up in my room and found some drugs

And I had no excuse because I was tryna run it up

The same niggas sayin' that it's war, I got them runnin’ off

Used to look up to you, dumbest thing I’ve ever done

Dumbest thing I've ever did

You ain’t even sellin' bricks

Really, I'm just sellin' packs, supporters wanna hear me rap

Nanny used to lecture me often, "Stop sellin’ crack"

I was in the traphouse when I heard she's never comin' back

Most my paigons shook on their block, tryna see what's good

And we ain't even ridin', we're just passin' through the neighbourhood

And I won't squash beef with them, even if they say I should

And I ain't goin' broke again, furthermore, I never could

My mum knows I've got beef, be careful when you're on street

Fine in the bando, then I'm probably up on Ox Street

How you switch up on me when we used to roll deep?

My flicky does lean, come like I dipped it in some Codeine

Got a show, but my niggas dead

This ain't how it's supposed to be

From the age of four, five, my nigga used to roll with me

To house parties every week, my nigga used to roll with me

To slidin' on them opp boys, my nigga used to roll with me

Got a wetter on me, and a hitter that still rolls with me

My manager a savage, better watch how you're approachin' me

A rack for this jacket, servin' shots without a racket

Couple stacks for this hand thing, know yourself before I slap it

My auntie don't like when I rap about gang shit, trap shit, bad shit

She thinks I'm not a bad kid

Bando bandit, my outfit cost about six

I never used to have six, I never used to have racks

I never used to sell B, I never used to have crack

I never used to Christian Dior with a top to match

I never used to have fake friends, well, nah, I did

I never knew they were fake like frontal wigs

Niggas doin' music, but they're rappin' shit they never did

I'm always showin' prints, but I'm not cappin' when I rap my shit

Don't know if this is where to say, but I wish I could trade my dead friends with certain niggas that are here today

My bro finessed my other bro

Now, they don't roll as friends

I gotta go to the grave just to see my closest friend

I write on my iPhone, I don't need a closest pen

I got court tomorrow, pray that they don't send me to the closest penn'

Got love for couple olders that I know, that's a shockin' fact

None of them taught me how to cook coke or cock it back

Used to hit shots out my yard like my mum comin' back

Used to hit shots like there weren't such thing as the can

Kiko told me, "Pattern up, you're movin' bait, you're movin' nuts"

He's younger than me, but I learnt so much from him, it's fucked

Blood don't mean nothin', loyalty, that's what's really up

Blood makes you related, but I feel like I'm his mother's son

I hate when feds come in my drum, tryna search for guns

I know I failed all of my exams, but I'm not that dumb

Tell them that I'm not the one, not number two, I'm number one

Number one