Trojan Horse

I'm feeling villainous

I couldn't afford them kicks

I had one pair and I cleaned them rigorous

Squeezed in junior, I feel like Vinícius

Young G's stupid but they ain't idiots

It's scary, trap insidious

How'd you expect us to know how to love

You know?

I can't teach no one how to hustle

Some man just got it

Back then, I got chased by feds

I ran out of breath and I wanted to vomit

I hit that freak, she put me in cuffs

It triggered my trauma, I tell her to stop it

She wanna know if i'm really balling

That gyal there wanna weigh my wallet

We ain't doing irrational get backs

Creep up clean when they least expect it

Hygiene's poor, look at the floor

There's insects crawling, I could've got sepsis

Nasty, still try fuck on my step sis

Ran through 'nuff of these famous girls

But I still got some on my checklist

Bare gunman on my guestlist

I took bro bro out of the trenches

Jump out the Volvo, jump out the Lexus

Active, he ain't got no preference

Slapped it, but when I retrospected

I could've been calm and collected

Avoided the problem and fleed the scene

Too vocal, don't need no beat

I go old school like Evisu jeans

Who's that with the cargos and Corteiz?

The back poke out and the waist petite

Got flown out all the way to Greece

She got great physique

2:00 AM, I'm calling Clint

Like yo, who's that girl in the vest?

I'll send a delivery text

I know that it's wrong, it is what it is

Broski locked, I'm visiting him

Brought eaters to the prison for him

Vision for him and it's bigger than him

Disrespect, I'm sizzling him

That girl look like SZA to me

How you upset that I cut you off?

When you basically handed the scissors to me

Two man step, diligently

Watch my back vigilantly

My young boy do man differently

She wanna show them girls she know me

Call my government name

I never tuck my shirt in school

So why would I grow up and tuck my chain?

Hide my face like fuck the fame

Trusting different but loves the same

I don't trust anyone lately

This lifestyle's sending me crazy

Who's to say that they'll never betray me?

Rusty one from the 1980's

But the new plate a millennium baby

She deserve a standing ovation

The way that she got on her knees and ate me

Two hands, Lord Jesus, save me

We all know the industry's fake

The streets fake as well

Stand up for my rights like Santan Dave

Them man stand up like Dave Chappelle

You can lock the lock but the trap don't stop

Half of the block get paid in jail

That was a risky text before

Now it's no danger, I'm on a major scale

That was a risky text before

If I send that now, there ain't no danger

The way that the light bounce off of these GIA's

Make gyal act stranger

Got love for all of the young G's

Booking a flight and I'm headed to Asia

Four and a baby going away

Times were hard, I slept in a manger

Give her the trojan

Give her the trojan horse, I feel like Troy

Had a revolver decomposing

Hid in the woods, I feel like Roy

She gave me a whine, blood rush to my genitals

Lucky for me she can feel my

Is it right, we'll say that it is

Shame that it is and it is what it is

Oi Dave, I don't even wanna release

I don't wanna be mentioned

In the same sentence as none of these creeps

I don't wanna come to your session

I don't wanna jump on none of your beats

We can talk 'bout direct debit

My monthly payment a hundred G's

Taxman on me, I keep receipts

My biggest paigons HMRC

Bro got it in masjid

He got the mad ting under his kameez

Bad one watching her calories

Long ting 'cause I wanna go out to eat

Hella petite like Bella Hadid

So I handle it delicately

She kinda surprised I got elegant speech

I got a ting from DC Harley Quinn

Felt like the Joker

Back then, I had my man nank in Dallas

Texas hold 'em, me and my poker

Antisocial, I'm a loner

He got done up in mid November

And didn't recover till late October

He'll need more than sling on his shoulder

Young Black Brit in Italian kit

I feel like Tammy in Roma

I had the range with the extra seats

So I squeezed that bitch in the back of the rover

Cliffs of Dover, white on sea

Who's that there on the C2C?

She want a man with decent P

And her ex is a factor, Misha B

Let's not talk 'bout making a mil

This year, I average one in a month

Had a vision of running it up

And it's working well like rum in a punch

In DLT, I ain't come for a brunch

Who's that brownin sat in the passy?

I had plans of a cash and carry

My legs were dry, my elbows ashy

Oi speaking of ash, I beg you, man

Low all the smoking though, please bro

Burning tobacco in the booth, you man are killing me

Tryna fucking record