Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Chilling with my shark
Been to war, we got purple hearts
Was outside when you were scared of dark
I been shot at, I ain't scared to lurk
Head a clean run, then ended up in jail for my 31st
Had the forty but the thirty first
Thirty-two before that
Then the shank that'd pierce a shirt
2016 was dirty Sprite
I done her on the top floor, then I cut out cah I'm scared of heights
YT and TB, this ain't for radio or the TV
You ain't got no works on your CV
Starin' at my hand, it's all VVs
We just tryna stay alive like the Bee Gees
Done it for the guts and the glory
And if we evеr rise it, we ain't shooting feet, we ain't Tory
Mummy voted Labor, wе was poorly
But I don't want you sobbin' to my story
Cah a **** made it out the trenches
Now I got a taste, it's expensive
Cartier lenses, Premium Plus on the Benzes
I was dead broke, I had to mend it
I wink at my shooter, he gon' send it
Follow me, it's been a rocky road
I take my dog off the leash and have a proper stroll
Honeycomb, she my pot of gold
Told her if she stay down till the end, we gon' rock 'n' roll'
[Verse 2]
You gon' need twenty-one guns to salute me
All my friends are dead, so I'm tryna buy a Uzi
I was bad in the streets way before I got bougie
Type of murders that only you see in movies
Shit's real when the raps is deep
What you know about wakin' up in jail from a dream
That make you wanna fall straight back asleep?
Hundred days, hundred nights, sellin' crack for weeks
I'm from the corner of the trap in the trench
Had to hit the sauna when I slapped up the skeng
With somebody's daughter in the back of a Benz
I'm a shark, see a pool full of blood, take a swim
Got a purple heart for the work I put in
Can't be a face on a shirt or a name on some skin, it's survival
You got money on the line, I'm gon' dial you
Teflon vest and the rifle
I got cake like the bottom of a trifle
Took her to the telly, then I scratch her insides like a vinyl
Handled the whole nine-bar on a two-wheel cycle
Tryna get richer than Lionel
Tell the hustler we're sendin' straight death on arrival
You're tryna walk through these streets, I'ma guide you
From a brick to a teeth, I'll supply you
You know what type of clients I'm tied to
[Verse 3]
On your marks, are you ready?
2023, we're gettin' heavy
My bitch got a back and it's heavy
My **** got the strap and it's heavy
My watch forty-one mill, it's heavy, steady
[Verse 4]
On your marks, are you ready?
2023, we gettin' heavy
My bitch got a back and it's heavy
My **** got the strap and it's heavy
My watch forty-one mill, it's heavy, steady
Written by: Spooks
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