[Intro]
I-I-I-I-I love Chris Rich
[Verse 1]
Ridla on the lack? That's hardly
'Cause spinner never jams like Hartley's
Way before it was cool to be Mali
We were lockin' off a black boy party
You're a barbie
If I take your girl on a trip, don't trip
She'll be back in a jiff, from quick, don't slip, don't trip
We got flicks on hips, from young, packs been gettin' flipped
If you're gang, you're a menace
Why? We all earned our stripes like Dennis
Better mind who you're reppin'
We get cheffin'
Cats, they comin' for the fix like chеmists
And they don't need tellin', they know that I'm activе, 24/7, 365
Me, I built this line, courtesy of them sleepless nights
Only right that my stack look nice
I tuck my blade when I think of you
We don't pick on no innocent yutes, no
'Cah we know who's who
Don't lie, you can't run from the truth
Your boy got touched and he ran to the booth
Confused, fuck it, it's caadi
Put my nigga on his feet, that's gladly
We all gotta eat, hold sweets, not candy
[Chorus]
Why they hate that I'm too steady?
Hop out the bush like, who's ready?
High, high-end drip, too steppy
M on my mind, like who? Melly
Woah
I took L's and I took control
Stay composed, back then it was takin' phones
Now we grown, might take your soul, yo
[Verse 2]
We're violent kids
Come to the block, see what violence is
How you broke, still lightin' spliffs?
Same pricks in the interview room, that's writin' scripts
That's pressure
If she nice might let her
Me, I'm settin' up shop with testers
I'm restless and broski senseless
Do him in seconds
I can never be broke
'Cah I know how it feel like Gus
War with who? Boy, you look like a joke
Aim the sweater, make you red like bus
Leak like pus, run Forrest
Gump, who run the Forest?
Us
Drillers and trappers, really on badness
Done madness before I touched madness
Ting inked in the back of the Prius
Duckin' Askar, see, now they can't pree us
Free up, when the tugs landin', we up
Re' up more than your stack, can't be us
Liam Neeson, your girl get taken
She's feelin', a man stay hatin'
Hate us, there's no debatin'
Click Mason, heads get shaven
[Chorus]
Why they hate that I'm too steady?
Hop out the bush like, who's ready?
High, high-end drip, too steppy
M on my mind, like who? Melly
Woah
I took L's and I took control
Stay composed, back then it was takin' phones
Now we grown, might take your soul, yo
Why they hate that I'm too steady?
Hop out the bush like, who's ready?
High, high-end drip, too steppy
M on my mind, like who? Melly
Woah
I took L's and I took control
Stay composed, back then it was takin' phones
Now we grown, might take your soul, yo
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