[Verse]
This that grew up in the Brix shit
Hung around the thugs but I'm a misfit
Always had a different stylistic
Anything to get the queen's head, we had to risk it
So I was smoking Cookies, loading up my biscuit
Me and my n***as run the hood but we ain't athletic
Foreign V's and VVS' just for aesthetics
We like the lynch mob
Baby, I'm an ex gang member, I ain't driving no car that ain't got tints on
556, 672's, three loaded clips, four n***as roll, two n***as shoot
Keep 'em on the lap or the front seat, never in the boot
Gotta dead beef, gotta get the loot
We abide by a heavy code
Mash P's and stay very low, you already snow
True stories, we the kids that wore gloves on them sunny days
Put you to bed, J. Holiday
Winter soldier when I shot the HK with my left hand
But XD's is for the X Men
I'm too paro for a headphone party, that's a deaf jam
I'm round your head like a headband
No attempts on my record, only murders what my pen writ
My freestyles is expensive
I give you goosebumps when I tell 'em stories from the trenches
Shell cases by the fences
Different cadence, thirty-six flows, different chambers
New residence, different neighbours
Different wages, now it's different women on my roster
They be tryna do me different favours
I met her at the bar and hit her with the Colgate's
Smashed same night, now she swearing that we soulmates
And I hate when a chick tell me "Roll safe"
I never roll safe unless I'm with the no safe