[Intro]
(SRNO)

[Verse 1: Dirtbike LB]
Treat this body like the track, I need a grip
Lap five, I'm in the Lamb', I got the grip
Hollow tips on the strip, I'm on the— Uh
N***as dyin' over nothin', give a shit here
How come the real little n***as never get to live?
Got a n***a doin' life, and they know it wasn't him
I ain't never took a loss like a win
I ain't never switched a blessing for a sin
Had her n***a in the back like he tran'
Richard Millie or Patek, or one of them
Fake n***as don't see it through the lens
And I'm tryin' to amend 'cause thеse n***as too pretend
This it, thеse Germans borin'
1-9-42, just pour it
Rootbears make a toast, money make friends
We can start it from the start we can make men

[Chorus: Dirtbike LB]
They tried to make it worse for us like it never hurt enough
Little G put in work with these sticks, tryna hurt all these kids
Tryna burst a mob
They tried to make it worse for us like it never hurt enough
Little G put in work with these sticks, tryna hurt all these kids
Tryna burst a mob
[Verse 2: Dirtbike LB]
For the family, I'ma take you to the grave, bitch
For the family, I'ma whip it like a slave did
Family come first, I let you wear my second name, bitch
The strip is a curse, I got the ace tryna spade it
I was playin' in the trench where it's dangerous
All my n***as where we had to share trainers
Sick of seein' mummy cryin' over bailiffs
So, I'm at the spot with the rocks and the neighbours
Own world, I don't even know, girl, sometime, I gotta leave you in your own world
And the cells on the phone can hurt
I really tryna stay close to her

[Chorus: Dirtbike LB]
They tried to make it worse for us like it never hurt enough
Little G put in work with these sticks, tryna hurt all these kids
Tryna burst a mob

[Outro: Dirtbike LB]
Let's go there