Habits

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