The Drop

Yo it's R96 mans bringing it back

Got cali on tap with the bally on black

Tracksuit drip and the whole fit match

With the gyally on me tryna make it clap

None of these yutes can erase what's fact

When I step on site they doing up laps

Knock down doors just to get the pack

Pull up to the gaff with the whole gang strapped

Bro I don't get no break

When I'm up all night tryna get this pay

Opps on site imma make that spray

Got too many snakes feeding of this plate

For the life I live it's the same old day

Bun that spliff of the finest haze

Think to myself will I make that change

But going ot is my saving grace

So I don't know where a man should go

When I'm outside tryna flip these o's

Will I get cheffed up straight from the neck up

What comes next from the path I chose

Spend my time tryna get this dough

With a Lyca sim and a Nokia tone

Diamonds wrist and my neck they glow

I'm the best in the Deen and everyone knows

On the road till the rising sun

Cos I've been on my grind since a man was young

On an opp block tryna take mans lung

Too close to the nest now a man got stung

All of these nights spent out on the run

Watch a yute get smoked, like zoot, get bunned

Bag that white till my fingers numb

Cos I ain't going home till I stack these funds

All a man know is a life of violence

Foot to the gas when I hear these sirens

Out here driving ain't no licence

Tint on the whip still see me shining

When I hit road these opps be hiding

Got that strap to the hip while riding

Chat on the net these yutes stay typing

Say it with chest if not stay silent

Bad to the bone and there ain't no doubt

I'll chef man down if he run that mouth

From the east, to the west, all the way to the south

Man I've been that yute I don't need that clout

Neighbours say that the pack too loud

While I bill that back with the windows down

Got enough bricks I could build me a house

Now the plug called me cos the streets had drought

These pigs try to take mans freedom

Out on my ones late night I'm a demon

Stack that p while you man still sleeping

365 in the trap we eatin

Fiends to my side still out here leachin

Ain't got time if a yute try beefin

Eye for an eye had to make things even

Shank went in and I heard man screaming

R96 be coming up next

From the block to the stage

Better cut me a cheque

None of these yutes know about real life

Always cap online better watch your step

Spin that back gonna lose your head

Another pagan dead from the lies he spread

Rest in piss was the cunts last breath

Now my air force ones all covered in flesh