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Yo I ain't walkin' naked, I wore my trainers Jordan 4's my favourite Insert them one by one, no These ain't your normal laces, see me in forces (Bap, bap, bap) I came with heavy enforcement 'course I'm dangerous I ain't on talkin' (I'm not) The verbal abuse gets boring Corn for the pagans (Bap, bap, boom) I'm in the T-house cuttin' them corners I ain't ever took no shortcut (No) I just spent all day addin' up orders (Ah) My hands and my back's exhausted Straight form Cali', the packs imported Put on the bally, the packs still pendin' Cah gettin' back's important These kettles and hammers are just insurance (Bap, bap, bap) This one cost sixty K Make broke boys look at me awkward (Awks) All the P's that we spent on waps coulda put down a mortgage (Yeah) You don't wanna get bit by the dog Or stung by the scorpion (Bap, bap, bap) I just bought new tools But I still walk with the wolves If only them man knew Make one wrong move And someone's mum's gettin' bad news Yo I ain't walkin' naked, I wore my trainers Jordan 4's my favourite Insert them one by one, no These ain't your normal laces, see me in forces (Bap, bap, bap) I came with heavy enforcement 'course I'm dangerous I ain't on talkin' (I'm not) The verbal abuse gets boring Corn for the pagans (Bap, bap, boom) Yo I been in the T all year (All year) Woulda thought that I ain't got nothin' to wear I can do LV, Moncler (LV) But I'd rather the tracksuit drop with the Air's I'd rather the blick way over flick, but I took 'em in pairs Hop in the dinger, put it in gear (Bap) Jump out bait, I'm doin' it there (Back there) I just came back from a works where suttin' got burst Still act like I wasn't aware (Huh?) I just came back from a works Still act like I weren't even there (Haha) They're sayin' my name, I'm gettin' the blame They're givin' the police intel (Chatty) They'd rather see me in jail (Boo) On the blue phone, tryna ring girls (Fuck that) Come a long way from a landing One slip away from the wing cells (Can't go back there) Cruise in the Double R drop-top One step away from the opp block Suttin's gettin' bined or chopped up (Bap, bap, bap) I know I'm an artist (Yeah) Before that, I'm a target (I am) Before that, I'm a hustler, that's where it started Grew up in Cumbo, home's where the heart is
Writer(s): Marius Gynnild, Derek Pinto, Jaiden Blade Fitzgerald Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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