Featured In

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Luther Mattis
Robert Luther Mattis
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ain't my biz, I ain't speakin' on it
Heard man talkin' bout creepin' on me
In Joy's, whippin' with a beater on me
All now they're still sleepin' on me
Fuck that, time to wake em up
I get the flizz soft, then I bake it up
You know me, I gotta get this paper up
The games poppin', watch how I shake it up
I been knee deep in the trap
And trust me I really put P's in the pack
When they was in the booth, I was out sellin' wraps
When they was in the booth, I was linkin' these cats
In n' out of Moss block, smokin' Cali and top dawg
Year after year I've been on job
You can ask J, I dip out when it's on top
I was one deep, two straps in the hot rod
Shit I mean hot ride, I can tell you bout hot nights
All-nighters tryna off white
And man talk shit but ain't on shite
Ran when he seen me and he said that it was on site
Mazza, if you know me then you know I'm a trapper
And my teams united, we deal with the matter
Jay wants five, tell him link me by Gazza's
I'm cuttin' through Fallow'
And no long ting g, I gotta move quickly
Cause' Kat phoned, said she wants 3 and 2 for 60
And she in Moss so she link me by Richie's
G I gotta get it so I hustle like Nipsey
Shits risky but that's the way we live
Ever since a kid I seen crazy shit
All my **** in the trap makin' quids
And I was really in my flat breakin' bricks
Back then they didn't wanna rate the ting
But now I'm gettin' views they wanna take me in
Told em they won't let me in the front door
Then I'll be creepin' round the back and I'm breakin' in
Cause' all my **** got it out the mud
And when you're from the bottom then the only way is up
I started with nuttin' my g I had to push
Ain't a day goes by I don't think about Mudz
Every single day yeah I think about Kev
Whole lot of shit I keep close to my chest
Whole lot of thoughts goin' right through my head
Man talk bout ours then they givin' it the legs
I run through these pebs then I reload
And shit I started with a Zino, then I moved to a kilo
Down for a scrap and I let this 9 beat bro
This weeds potes', you can tell by the smell of it
Couple pounds just came, now I'm gettin' it
And I don't give a fuck about my enemies
I keep two .4's cause' these man are full of jealousy
Written by: Robert Luther Mattis
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out