Bang Out

[Chorus] x2

If I brake down or make it up

Most stay real, they’re selling out

For the money and my brudda, man are banging out

Man are banging out

[Verse 1]

Suttin’ like yo, just peek your chest

You ain’t on smoke and it don’t make sense like

Yo, I ain’t seen him in fields

It was me, AP, they ain’t seen it like we like

Yo, R.I.P. AP, brodie crodie, yeah my heart still bleeds like

Yo, better fuck out my face and that, take no cheek from patties

Yo, money dealt with drillas

So much love for them cyatties, trust no baddie

Most them gyal dem chatty

King Khan never did it gyali, all need is cali

Puff that down, get money

Hit that strip all bummy, so silently

Roll so silently

Them can never be me, I’m a different breed

[Chorus] x4

If I brake down or make it up

Most stay real, they’re selling out

For the money and my brudda, man are banging out

Man are banging out

All the ghosts on my back are wilder than before

[Verse 2]

Look

The return on of Mansa, I ain’t playin’ games when I say I’m ‘ssiah

I return like Simba, fought all greatness to take my kingdom

I come from a place where feds label you gang-related

So if you look like me, somehow you’re just gang-related

See mileage, it was so pricey

Reload the game repeatedly

How many nerds tried me? Strike again and again phy-si-cal-ly

Young, dark I'm with stripes, claim my attitude so they created lies

How many times they tried it? Try again and again, but I’m still alive

[Chorus] x4

If I brake down or make it up

Most stay real, they’re selling out

For the money and my brudda, man are banging out

Man are banging out

All the ghosts on my back are wilder than before