I know this already
But I hear the streets saying ? dont do this, ? don't do that
[Verse 1]
Its like draw for the strati fam, blow off his legs
Got a big ting, that'll blow off his his head
Jodie's at the traphouse, blow off his dead
Still around straps like the ones that left ? for dead
The Last suspect, still make ? bread
Raised on the streets who give a f** what the father said
You and the wife here cuzzy, [?]
Got the iceberg carti, with the camoflauge [?]
Back to the o block, the bully always after them
Same [?] as the strati bruv tell me what your after then
Make n***as trip like my spare mink [?]
Mingling with G's like big [?]
You got big guns, guarantee we got larger
Smothered in [?]
Who let the dogs out like the [?]
And I don't mean we [?] when I say we richer
Never seen a style so co*ky
I'm the nicest, all my n***as are ard body
We the real deal, you n***as are carb copies
We got a style and a swagger that you can't copy
NASA Raps and this is like my [?] hobby
Slaps if you lookin' at me half dodgy
I'm fully on it, you n***as do it half properly
Out early in the trap patty and a large coffee
You can't see me I practice like a ghost
You say you underground you lie the most
You ain't under move your lack of posts
I don't like you, I don't even like your flow
f** it though, you ain't nothin' next to [?]
And it ain't likely, you'll never get slightly close
They say I'm heavy when I hit em with my lightest dose
[Verse 2]
My swags impeccable
Plus this macs got a decimal