Of Course

Bro just beat a next AM

He ain't tell me, that's normal

Step with the metal, that's daily

It won't fail me, that's bro-bro

On the opp block we took selfies

Our presence, it was known of

Now they don't even know it's us

When we get on that scoreboard

Back hand grip with my black blade

Ching mans head, leave that more than swollen

I'm in station like 5 am

Been like 5 AM's, and not once mans spoken

How many times have the gangdem denied those splashings

Like 5 in the morning? (One)

It's the crack of dawn, I barely know where I am

And I'm still yawning

Really do dem things they all talk of

The gang ain't fall off

Still peel off 4 4 4 long

Nuttin' but the baddest of B's

Cats, fiends, plugs in my call log

I step with the ah, nearly as long as me

I don't even care if it's sawn off

Tracksuit, no chinos, no polos

Feds want me in the system, no solar

Bad B in the visit hall, I'm like oh lawd

Again I got a boner

She wanna know what day I come home on

I know what it feels like, to go back and forth

With my lawyer 'cah he tell me what day I got court on

I don't know that opp or what road he got caught on

Or the date or timing

'Course I'm lying

I don't know why they ain't turned pack yet

But 'course we're trying

I don't know that dinger or what's on the clock yet bro

But course it's mileage

Interview room wanna now what I done

Yet each and every time

'Course I'm silent

I'm a product of my environment

So my music, 'course it's violent

I don't even know why my shows get locked yet

But course it's Trident

Bro's beefing I don't even know if he's right or wrong yet

'Course I'm riding

Long as my OS lively beef ain't dying 'course it's frying

(Aye aye)

Opp block settings, dressed all sporty

Shoot straight, I don't ever air it in my Air Jordans

Opp boy's going on the net, going talky

I ain't tryna hear it, them man informers

Living life on the fast lane from kway-kway

We been cutting them corners

Tell bro we'll get some new smoking dingers

When we bruck down this corner

T-house settings skeng in my workers face

So he's tryna be Akala's

Primary school days it was astroturfs

Now we can do kick-ups in Pradas

Really take these risks

Been doing up field, no farmer

These old timers ain't on nuttin'

They fell off, Jamie O'Hara

Got this bad b from Ghana

Top floors, calamari for starter

I gotta stay humble

There are times that I paid a few pens for a charger

You ever done 28 day's in the T

Still feeling like you've gotta go harder?

Scrape that shit so hard

Swear I nearly broke that Pyrex

And yes it was 4 whole months so I'm based

I swear it nearly broke my mind set

Been jail 3 times I don't know how I'm out here

'Course I'm tired

(I don't want to risk my freedom, ahh, its mad)

'Course I'm lying

I don't know why they ain't turned pack yet

But course we're trying

I don't know that dinger or what's on the clock yet bro

But 'course it's mileage

Interview room wanna know what I done

Yet each and every time

'Course I'm silent

I'm a product of my environment

So my music, 'course it's violent

I don't even know why my shows get locked yet

But course it's Trident

Bro's beefing I don't even know if he's right or wrong yet

'Course I'm riding

Long as my OS lively beef ain't dying, 'course it's frying