Lyrics

You can do what you want
all it takes is practice
1 ov 1
no way you could match this
Muscle memory
Bando habits
still concealing ah Yhh in ma jacket
Still park Yhhs underneath ma mattress
Badness from a yute I’ve been on badness
I’ve shed blood sweat tears
And still I ain’t shed these bando habits
For the love of the bag chop slabs
And tag it
Slang it
idk nun bout slacking
Stack
all I know is grind keep stacking
If I get nicked don’t tell em what’s cracking
I got spots when I slept onnablue mat
I’m still live anytime that you see me
Shit changed money grows on trees
But still these bando habits won’t leave me
Masked up so nobody sees me
Gloves on tryna hide ma Id
Slap this wap mek him spin like cd
If the Feds try won’t nobody find me
I ain’t dej loaf can’t nobody try me
I’ll make a big man sit on his hiynee
There’s a lot of bad habits behind me
I’m from the hood but don’t let it define me
You can do what you want
all it takes is practice
1 ov 1
no way you could match this
Muscle memory
Bando habits
still concealing ah Yhh in ma jacket
Still park Yhhs underneath ma mattress
Badness from a yute I’ve been on badness
I’ve shed blood sweat tears
And still I ain’t shed these bando habits
Against all odds
I made it happen
It’s only right that I’m high as a cloud
Have u lit a stove top widda matchstick
Then Watch folks let the bitches drown
When it don’t lock let it cool in the freeza
Then smoke fags and potter around
I’m tryna double up racks make bread n this yute here is fucking about
Sound yk me but we ain’t sound
There’s 4 lines inna sprite
Slime coming outta ma eyes while I stagger around
spliff full of zushi chuffing it down
20s 10s pinky’s, live I ain’t seen ah 5 pound note in time
I wasn’t on banging 9-5
so I spit these bars
n write these rymes
You can do what you want all it takes is time
work hard and stay on ya grind
Ma top lip slaps n it sounds like crack
No cap
Why’d you think that I’m already signed
I’m in the dance blinded by the lights
White boy wasted outta ma mind
Looking for Ra but I can’t find
So I went to the bar n got shots then died
Waved you can tell by the look in ma eyes
But you can’t see tru these ysl shades
Faded
Geeked in n out ov ma brain
fans calling ma name I just smile n wave
Bad breed dunno how to behave
Talk on ma name n ya diggin ya grave
Swing shanks I’m giving out fades
Then go n smoke Cali 3.5s to the face
Rich But shit
ain’t nun changed
im still live on the Croydon mains there’s still a Yhh on ma hip un clipped
And I’m still ordering food from flames
The ends is hot and so is ma face
I still chat to the man 3face
He showed man dreams will amount to nothing if you don’t work n stay in your lane
You can do what you want
all it takes is practice
1 ov 1
no way you could match this
Muscle memory
Bando habits
still concealing ah Yhh in ma jacket
Still park Yhhs underneath ma mattress
Badness from a yute I’ve been on badness
I’ve shed blood sweat tears
And still I ain’t shed these bando habits
Written by: Pozer, RaThaGawd
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