Bossman Birdie - It Ain't Safe (Meridian Mix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Bossman Birdie] Boss Birds, I was in the trap writing gold dust Zoned out, painting pictures but with no brush All roads to my destiny start with pound signs Getting money by any means, that was our lives Shimmy ya, shimmy shimmy yay, ODB That's what it's like when a n***a owed me P Used to be in the kitchen, big man way Flipping that dough like we frying up pancakes [Verse 2: Paper Pabs] I can never leave the streets cuh it's in my heart and soul Just for playing, have you laying in the church, your heart, it go Slurred speech when I speak so they think I sound lean Alpine in my Alpino, pumping Al Green Old school, I was dying, all I had was two fiends Hands dirty but my shoes clean, I had two dreams Two chicks in my crib, check the camera's on, record I ain't gonna stab 'em but tonight these b**hes getting bored [Verse 3: Skepta] The crack I sold had them buzzing on the road Crack residue in the bu*tons on my phone Black leather boots when I run into your home Ring ring p**y, it's your mummy on the phone Yo Bossy, remember the first tool we ever had? Rusty .38, came in a Gucci bag Made a promise to Jesus that I would stop it when I blow Now I'm in Brooklyn, they're going crazy at my show