Roadents

[Intro]

(Cross cut this one)

Look

[Verse 1]

Don't matter to them 'bout where we from, in the gutters where we belong

Ain't spend these nights in the game just to end up getting stained by a cat named Tom

Ain't forget 'em, but they're gone, both my boys, this shit long

I'm weak every day of the week, but I still tell bro's little bro stay strong

Crocodile teeth come Colgate bronze (Brap, brap), what are you on?

There's man that risk their life for the T, my G, don't risk your lifе for a thong

Fuck ya skunt, bing like bong, I'm on the top, King like Kong

Gеt left if you can't move right, that's right, we ain't never gonna move shit wrong

[Chorus]

My boydem pickup the leng, mum told me I better go pick up a pen

We're stuck in these streets, it's all we know 'til we pick up a knife

Then when young bucks can't get off the road, we're rodents

Suttin' like mice of men, shen, yeng, yeng, when, next gen

'Round 'ere that brotherhood shit, Don't mean nuttin' more than ends

I've seen mandem snake their friends for a dude with a couple of gyal in a Benz

Boy, if the ting you drew ain't a ten, go back in the field and do it again

That point didn't count so double it, trouble in paradise, Skilli go beng

Beng, shen, yeng, ugh

[Verse 2]

Ugh, the shank just bent (Shit), but the toaster ain't jam

My fam, set Fiyaz to a man like Brent

Told bro watch out, there's money on ya head

Fling stones like Fred, now the money got spent

I ain't content with the result, my people gonna rise up skengs

Protocol, we have hundred straps, all the boys warn ride out

And if he's in hideout, any minute now we garn find out

Brudda best mind out, leff him inside out

Tick tok, time out, ten man taking a .9 out

Don't get catch on a night out, lights out

Wet dat, Total Wipeout

[Chorus]

My boydem pickup the leng, mum told me I better go pick up a pen

We're stuck in these streets, it's all we know 'til we pick up a knife

Then, when young bucks can't get off the road, we're rodents

Suttin' like mice of men, shen, yeng, yeng, when, next gen

'Round 'ere that brotherhood shit, Don't mean nuttin' more than ends

I've seen mandem snake their friends for a dude with a couple of gyal in a Benz

Boy, if the ting you drew ain't a ten, go back in the field and do it again

That point didn't count so double it, trouble in paradise, Skilli go