Lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, can I make one thing clear?
If you was in the trap, brother, how are you here?
We be over there 'cause we in fifth gear
We move like the forecast, our position's unclear
We can't hear nothing, they all disappear
All of these machines, I feel like an engineer
And we don't wanna hear about food or a budget
They know we Hp when we enter the dungeon
[Chorus]
Aye, can I make one thing clear?
If you was in the trap, brother, how are you here?
We be over there 'cause we in fifth gear
We move like the forecast, our position's unclear
We can't hear nothing, they all disappear
All of these machines, I feel like an engineer
And we don't wanna hear about food or a budget
They know we Hp when we enter the dungeon
[Verse 1]
How conspicuous, how vigorous?
I've seen the keys and it's ridiculous
Judging what we do, how? It's ambiguous
Can't rely on the governor, the trap is feeding us
We are bad brothers, so don't bother
Slashed up like Chopper, mullet proper
So since when did you fucking rock the trend?
Since when did you get this confidence?
Rocking matching tracks, doing this and that
Ballied up and the pack is all-black?
And it's the same old faces, same old status
While my Gs flip the aces to make this
[Verse 2]
Why you stuntin' and frontin' like you gon' do something?
You ain't gon' do nothin', you ain't gon' bust nothin'
My whole dudes, they hungry, you never see us running
Pull a burnout, of course we keep it gunnin'
The whole lot, but free my brothers that be locked up in the box
Too many snitches, they be snitching on the block
Fuck a opp, they don't know about Glock
My whole team stay earnin', this shit will never stop
Grindin', all my brothers put time in, gang shit
They couldn't stunt on me
I was that fool that be acting up in school
Now that I'm old, yeah, got me a little tool
Pull up to your ends, that ain't nothing real new
T in the flesh, yeah I step and correct
All the lads bang, I just smoke 'em up with leads
[Chorus]
Can I make one thing clear?
If you was in the trap, brother, how are you here?
We be over there 'cause we in fifth gear
We move like the forecast, our position's unclear
We can't hear nothing, they all disappear
All of these machines, I feel like an engineer
And we don't wanna hear about food or a budget
They know we Hp when we enter the dungeon
[Verse 3]
Tell 'em no bluffin', cuzzy what's good?
They know me, I'm a don, son, straight from the hood
And if they want drama, watch the TV
They call me Benihana, when I'm OT
I'm weighing up the OZ's tryna make a P
I'm still in the luxy doing 180
And I don't wanna talk 'bout them boys there
I'm under the radar, tryna stay clear
And I don't wanna do the dirties, no fucks
I've been doin' this since early, tell 'em I'm swervin'
Listen to my sermon clearly
I'll tell you how the streets make an earnin'
Have you ever heard of clinging on a burner? Word up
Shimmy like I'm Timmy Turner
I was on the curb doin' dirt for the 6, murkin'
Tell 'em I don't work for the fiends
I ride for my clique and for all my OGs
I'm that kid from fuckin' Hp
And if you're tryna do me, tell 'em get it done
Please, I know them boys need a dub
[Outro]
Can I make one thing clear?
If you was in the trap, brother, how are you here?
We be over there 'cause we in fifth gear
We move like the forecast, our position's unclear
We can't hear nothing, they all disappear
All of these machines, I feel like an engineer
And we don't wanna hear about food or a budget
They know we Hp when we enter the dungeon
Written by: Samoa Fune, Juniorr Mika, Tino Taito
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