Outro

I knew how to stack my Ps when shit was slow

Common sense, when my **** popped bottles, fam, I didn't go

I had deeze in the bush on a lonely strip, all I ever wanted was a phone that ripped

To-to-told them **** on the block, "I'm gonna blow"

Started rappin', how else will I wash up all this dough? Uh

Hope the price on the bricks coming down

Still paid extortion, if you don't swim then you'll drown, uh

Still caught up in this dumb war

You know how much times I slapped up fiends for knockin' my mum's door

My friend robbed my friend, now I gotta get his shit back

Chasin' all these young bucks 'cause they already split that

I was on the wing mopping the floor

Now I bring my whole block on my tour

No need to sell tops anymore

Used to put half a brick in the pot

Take a key out like I'm locking the door, uh

They couldn't prove it but they knew we did it

I seen bitches sell their pussy for money, then buy Gucci with it

I seen a few **** cross the line

Way too many cool **** lost their mind

I wasted years on the block tryna be a trap star

School days I just stared at the clock

It's fucked up how I'm still riskin' my freedom

Trap phone ringin' in these million-pound meetings, let's go

Man's really some crabs in a bucket out here, man

You seen my movie

That's the watered-down version

Like it's way worse

Come on

Free the team, free my **** Hydro

Free Cash, R.I.P. Zino, R.I.P. Stylie, let's go

My **** made a hundred K, then he left the trap

I made mills and you can still come and get a pack

I'm in my own lane so I don't care what they're on

The streets were here before me and they'll be there when I'm gone, uh

I had a .38 before I bought a whip

Like fuck a bad bitch, I need a normal chick

My ****, Whack, he's family till we die, yeah

We don't follow rules, me and Suv smoke Calis in Dubai, uh

I barely rap, bitch, I move keys

All these grown **** actin' like some groupies

They was in college, I gave food out to the smokers

I remember after-parties havin' shootouts with my locsters

When I was down, the same guys I couldn't phone for nothin'

Be the same **** actin' like I owed 'em somethin' (Fuck them ****)

I put in work on the strip

This ain't luck, now I pull up, all them haters car-sick

Like you're hatin' the way I'm gettin' bread

Like I won't go in my safe, put some papers on your head

I'm a rap star but I'm on surveillance by the feds

And I only started trappin' just to save up for a ped, uh (Imagine that)

You can tell I'm gettin' old cah I fuck celeb bitches and never tell a soul, uh

'Member when I lost that TG and I was nearly bruk

My **** doin' life just called, I gotta cheer him up, it's Nines