Lyrics
Yo it's R96 I'm a well known guy
From the ABZ to the EDI
Shank on hip when I walk these roads
With a burner phone man I love this life
Look to the sky sit wondering why
While I'm billing it back in a 3.5
Man straight raised on the block
Going straight to the top
On the way imma take what's mine
Everyday man I count my blessings
When I'm on site these opps stay stressing
Got to admit I'm fiend for violence
Tearin' up flesh till I'm seeing intestines
Got a mind with a deep complexion
Demons speak in my head they question
What the fuck is with all this tension
When your own thoughts are your main contestant
Nas said that the world is yours
Now I'm doing up tour in my jordan fours
Like GZA with a liquid sword
Have man be bellin' out oh my lord
Long nights man slept on the floor
Say they make it rain but I make it pour
Flip that pack imma make it stack
Just made ten racks and I still want more
None of these yutes got a fuckin' clue
Just wait for the time till the gang come thru
Have a man smoked like a fuckin' zoot
When I chef man out of his canada goose
Shoot bare shots and still I don't lose
Cos a mans on top with a point to prove
100K on my latest tune
And I got that green like mountain dew
For the game man I know I'm chosen
All of these cunts stay out here gloating
Diamonds wrist and the neck stay frozen
Midas touch on the track bars golden
Mix and blend while I whip these potions
Talk is cheap from a fuckin' trojan
Saying I lack these cunts stay joking
All of my plans I put it in motion
Step in the booth and I got much cadence
Ain't no shock that they all try hating
Know I'm top it's blatant
None of these yutes gonna test my patience
When will I drop cos I know that they waiting
Stack this cash on the road I'm chasin
All of my tunes she got in her playlist
Gyally got back turn around and shake it
Wake up and I just got paid
Opps try run got put a grave
Doin' up laps it's a literal fact
That when I'm on site imma let that spray
All of this chat but I know it's all cap
Fake drip in your pics on minimum wage
If I catch man lack I'll be runnin' the gaff
With a plan of attack bro stay in your lane
Don't have time for a pagans trust
Just come my way if you think you're tough
On these roads gotta keep that tucked
I'll take this blade put man in the dust
Fuse stay short still I need that rush
Just back to the trap gotta bag this up
Feds tapped in then I keep it hush
Hotline blingin' but there ain't no fuss
Written by: R96, Renton Duthie
