Everyone hands up high To the roof ion wanna see you move Know that they see me gun out tryna impress upon them my mood Yuteman but I’m from the USA took drill back right to the hood Never gone let it come back ran down every time they got food Heard that ya mam tried to rob me Put him down tryna rob the louvre Yesterday was a good day pop two more so don’t ask me to move Money don’t make you gutta reall nigga from the 954 land too He said he want beef pull up get it hot like a good day at the drive thru
Stuck in the grind wit jokes by side my likkle bro tapped he outta the line two tounge ting still into my mind lil bro there jus asking him why junkheads tapped there onto the guy the hoods bare snakes jus thinkin there fly coudnt be mine that makin her cry the hoods bare snakes jus thinkin there fly I love bro bro so he ain’t gonna die he hit the whole strip cah them boys dere lie why the whole world hates me for my melanin adlerlin the world ain’t right like bellerian I told bro don’t like what ur sellin in
Just going off my head to this beat telling old school true stories I’ll take you to the mid 1990s. The party was bumping snoop doog and some r&b shit that sounded whiny. And this time we were at the Tempe boat club that's normally empty even on a Fridee. Everyone was invited through a friend of a friend. It so happens, that the birthday boy gets jumped by us randoms for disturbing the peace. But that's not the end of an end. Some Cops quickly dispatch on the scene, filtering guests, cordoning the party. Every friend of a friend scatters. Not leaving their Winfield Reds Or their Bacardi. There was another crew there that night. These dirty Fobs from Riverwood. We were both out of our hoods that night. All with reps for being pitiful. We formed an alliance bridging together through hand slaps. We respected each other for throwing hands when those times call for the hand claps. I was rushed out by some friends. Just skulled an alcohol induced state of mind. Spilling out on the streets was a mob fuelled to the tip of dangerous and violent. That’s because it feels good being guarded by so much security. It’s like a natural cocaine, a feeling on par with supernatural ability. For instance, this one dude from the other crew feels untouchable. He demonstrates by climbing on top of the police car. Jumping and yelling “how you like that constable?!”. That’s the type of scene you’d expect to see in a riot. The suspension of the car squeaks and squeals like a pig in a vice. With every bounce he’s cranking up, yeah he’s cranking up, he’s cranking up the crews. Now we’re charging to Sydenham train station before the cops can call for back up. We move. Shedding off into smaller groups to throw the sent off the pursuit. Them coppers fall out of the loop, but we still following suit. The city train pulls in and we swarm. Just imagine us like the Confederate swarming the Carlisle barracks. All you hear is noise and profanities resonate the carriage. It’s Satday night so its feeling jam packed. Three of my friends’ chill on the lower level while I speak with another who’s amped to the max. Remember that guy that was dancing on top of the police car? Yeah? He claims the seat reserved for elderly. Swimming in an oversized bull’s jacket, wedged in TN sneakers, smirking, his eyes beaming jealousy. He’s scanning the passengers. It’s a habit that he learnt when doing rolls smoking Cannabis. He’s scheming out those that he can control without any challenges. Big hommies standing guard. Heavy calibres. Trains are their stomping yard and they wear the adidas. Directly opposite sits a man aged in his thirties to fifties. He looks white Australian, but he doesn’t look like he grew up in the privilege. He’s decked out in Kmart or target wear. He’s not even aware of a casting stare until they make eye contact. Break. Eyes come back. Bulls jacket yells “you right braaaaaahh!?” Target, he says something under his breathe. It’s hard to decipher. Bull’s jacket stands up. Onlookers pause to pan over. He casually walks up to the target to do a stand over, standing over. “The fuck you say?”. Target tilts his head some type of way. Doesn’t look scared. Almost like he doesn’t even care. In his monotone voice, replies the only way he can. You see he’s got no choice this guy cause there’s something about him. Cause there’s something about the target’s fragility. Yeah there’s something about him. Something like some type of intellectual disability. Theres something around him but that won’t change what the witnesses see. Yeah there’s something around him. And the question of accountability. Without warning Bulls jacket launches right upper cut to the face. Mind you, that the target is seated and mind you, there are plenty people who seen it. You know when you feel the cold embrace of a surprise punch to the face your shoulders shrug up like you just sneezed a lung out. Now he’s trapped on this train where he can’t even do a runner. Onlookers watch in horror. You can hear inhaling gasps of air echoing like glass pipes in the squalor. Onlookers just adjust their stair. Bulls jacket cobras his back, chest out, arms leaning outwards, fists on display. He knows his bras got his back. Best pals. Maybe the site of big units is keeping the witnesses at bay. Bulls jacket stretches out his left arm to claw the back of the targets quivering head and reals him in closer like that innocent turtle caught up in a drift net. Bulls jacket fires a right hook to the left cheek. The cracking sound perks ears like a starter pistol. Target is the victim that starts to block while passengers leap up off their starting blocks. On either side of the target sits two runners suited up in night clubbing gear. They no longer want to brush shoulders behind the starting lines they quickly leap up, off and they’re out of here. Bulls jacket yells “you wanna start cunt? Huh?” Before the target can answer hes barrelled with punches that descend upon him like a hailstorm. The target automatically curls up to shelter his head and through the roof of his forearms shielding his face says in his monotone voice “I was not getting smart”. Bull Jacket lets up. His bras gripping his jacket like reigns on a runaway horse. They heave him back to his trot. Bulls jacket looks proudly towards the carriage of disgusted and disgruntled faces. He shouts, “who else wants to fuck with me?” This cues my crew to ignite off their seats. In another heart felt display of camaraderie they march up to Bulls Jacket look him up and down then dead in the eye. They then move over to the target and say “you want to get smart cunt huh?” Target stands up rubbing his left cheek. In a last bid for dignity says in his monotone voice “I was not getting smart” Target is charged with a clothesline that lifts him both feet in the air and sends him crashing with his back into his seat. The souls of nike tns begin a hard style march all over his head. Two of my crew work like a four-stroke motor. One at time they lay the stomp in a twostep rhythm. This continues through the chorus of “you want to get smart cunt huh?” and the background murmur from huddled passengers on the other end of the carriage discussing the scene. Under the stampede you can hear a muffled voice repeatedly saying, “I was not getting smart?” By this stage, the train is just pulling into Redfern and one of my friends grips the handrails to drop onto the target’s head with two feet like a parachuter bracing a hard landing. He repeats this landing at least 7 times. The door mechanism hisses wide open. The beeps signal fulltime for the premiership. All in involved leg it out the train feeling victorious. Planting tremoring legs as firmly as he can, he expends his last life force to rise quickly to his feet. He staggers to the opened doors and yells out “I was not getting smart!” before falling flat on the platform. You can hear a gurgling sound as he breathes with what’s left of his mouth against the platform because his mouth lies in a pool of his blood so thick that he almost drowns in it.
In the beginning, it was only me and the gang (True) Introduced this country to drillin' All of a sudden they all wanna bang All of a sudden they all wanna rap, deal, sing, and loot (Rap, deal, sing, and loot) All of a sudden they all wanna trap, drill, ching, and shoot (Trap, drill, ching, and shoot) [Verse 1: Lekks14] They send my young G home same night our opps got sent to the ER (They did) They want that smoke but all just choke that place, they puff that shisha (Haha) I don't post 'bout drillings, I do them numerous times, that side got ruined (Of course) News reports about all our bruddas Like, who the fuck are they foolin? (Who?) Grab that stick tryna hit that home run (Fuck) If you ask 'bout who we drilled Then come on bah we got no-one (No), evidence will they show us (No) Testimony from no-one (No), we don't know about those ones (No way) They look the part, but they posers No respawn when this game is over -not my lyrics- ( in the beginning-one four)
Stuck in the grind wit jokes by side my likkle bro tapped he outta the line two tounge ting still into my mind lil bro there jus asking him why junkheads tapped there onto the guy the hoods bare snakes jus thinkin there fly coudnt be mine that makin her cry the hoods bare snakes jus thinkin there fly Mandem rappin ur thinkin there blasting I don’t do non of that I don’t tell no lies Dem boys are jokes no soakers but they chat bout pokers no m like motor u joker no buss like cola round here there’s too much robin no dc we see pc coming the pain is sick but the writings nummin the pain is sick but the writtins nummin 2 tounge and tings and bunnins gunnings how u gonna make a living and bro need sunny money I’m chattin to bro like who’s that donny and I got chat from donny isn’t it funny he got no money and I got chat from donny isn’t it funny he got no money no left get right like walker real cash stalker real cash Earner no left get right like walker real cash stalker real cash Earner
Run Rick Running I use to trap out the dungeon I was running from them warrants You was hiding from a extortion Couple K in my pocket But the Nickle would have done it
Aye, we some lads in the hood (eshay) Love my shanks and shivs but still got gats like boys in the hood (eetswa) Who wants beef when us boys here got too much toys in the hood (who) All these boys in the hood (who) We shoot sticks no wood (aye) You step round here you'll see what's good What's good, what's goodie 1, 2 step on a opp' I got my whole team urchin (where they at?) Them boys they talk too much so there's no use conversin' (all that verbal) All that talk till gang pulls up right there in person Fuck that shit lad run that witness, mind your business close them curtains aye We some lads in the hood (Two-Seven) Ring Ring Traps, get rid of 2-Pacs like Suge They turn bishop when I run straight like rooks (keep running) I can wear Crocs and chop them dogs, don't ever be fooled by looks Freedom ain't lost, this beefin' won't stop yea We be on top I don't think they understood (they didn't) What's good, what's good, what's goodie and come on by this ain't war we bullies War's a sport and lad you rookies (pussies) Ran blaze 'n ghost let's play some boogie And why should I drop these childish ops? (why) They deserve some noogies (huh) We on the block Two Seven Fully (Fully) We some lads in the hood, raised in that 27 Always up to no good (aye, aye) We some lads in the hood, raised in that 27 Always up to no good (aye, pussy) Heard there's dogs in the hood, oi lad go get that addy' (Go get that) OneFour's scored so much points in the hood, Marlay go check that tally (how much) Free Fred that boy was out in the hood, then he got took (Free em) My district got old and shook, catch them boys they fold like books Fourteen when I scored that point, I was pissed off 'cause I did me a leg shot (still) Nowadays I aim for the head Cuz (head) And then I jet off, cos it's red hot (red hot) How could you leave your friends to get got, what a bunch of dogs like a pet shop And if things get iffy, grip that fizzy and let that pop like Mentos Made these stacks for the hood, break my back for the hood (yeah) Youngins are itching to earn their stripes So please don't, please don't come to the hood (nah) My sides way too heavy, your goons they ain't ready (what) Jump out the whip and Ching on them with Ballys on urchin like Ned Kelly bah bah We got the shanks and shivs on hips (nah) Anything 21 will get dipped (nah) Opp boy down, Opp boy down, OneFour come out and loot this prick (pussy) Tell Lebbs go get that hottie, grip that pole and go for a drive Push that steel into bad man's chest and hope to the lord that he don't survive We some lads in the hood, raised in that 27 Always up to no good (aye, aye) We some lads in the hood, raised in that 27 Always up to no good (aye, pussy) We some lads in the hood (Yeah that's my shank) raised in that 27 Always up to no good (Four's up, Four's up, aye, aye) We some lads in the hood (was good, was good), raised in that 27 Always up to no good (aye, pussy, yeah where these opps at?
[bullshit rap👍] Sitting back with the back strap, flip mode on the sly. rooms hotboxed, waiting for the drop offs. bare smoke in my eyes. Fumes taking a toll on my sight and I was relaxing, in my head I was asking, what would it be like if just did a mad ting? Roll up in a jag, blinged up, whip out the mac, bullets erupt. And sure I’m fed up, stress can be too much, It’s like the world wants me locked up People slip up then they get bun, I keep my head down but won’t see me run. pulling mads ones, sleepless nights can be rough. I’m just in the mood to make big bucks, fuck selling drugs. Don’t take me for a fool I’ll hunt ya down with the big snub. And I’m about to make certain blerts spit blood. It’s like most of us live life dealing with mixed goods. I remember haze block days we’d be out active all night for them big buds. Taking chase on stolens just for fun, armed robberies and a mob of thugs. We was Just a bunch of yutes smoking heavy Zoots, taxing bare dick heads and taking them for mugs. Now I move random, seen a lot of shit that would send you shook. So I spend my time relaxing bunning up on heavy nugs wrapped in them big boy rugs. No COVID I’ll fuck up your lungs, 2 bolties straight through and punch, little punk
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HK X RICK - Dip That ❄🥶 Aussie drill duo from the mounty county district!
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Everyone hands up high
To the roof ion wanna see you move
Know that they see me gun out tryna impress upon them my mood
Yuteman but I’m from the USA took drill back right to the hood
Never gone let it come back ran down every time they got food
Heard that ya mam tried to rob me
Put him down tryna rob the louvre
Yesterday was a good day pop two more so don’t ask me to move
Money don’t make you gutta
reall nigga from the 954 land too
He said he want beef pull up get it hot like a good day at the drive thru
stepped outside
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I was with Wray and his nephew drunk
Stuck in the grind wit jokes by side my likkle bro tapped he outta the line two tounge ting still into my mind lil bro there jus asking him why junkheads tapped there onto the guy the hoods bare snakes jus thinkin there fly coudnt be mine that makin her cry the hoods bare snakes jus thinkin there fly I love bro bro so he ain’t gonna die he hit the whole strip cah them boys dere lie why the whole world hates me for my melanin adlerlin the world ain’t right like bellerian I told bro don’t like what ur sellin in
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Just going off my head to this beat telling old school true stories
I’ll take you to the mid 1990s. The party was bumping snoop doog and some r&b shit that sounded whiny. And this time we were at the Tempe boat club that's normally empty even on a Fridee. Everyone was invited through a friend of a friend. It so happens, that the birthday boy gets jumped by us randoms for disturbing the peace. But that's not the end of an end.
Some Cops quickly dispatch on the scene, filtering guests, cordoning the party. Every friend of a friend scatters. Not leaving their Winfield Reds Or their Bacardi.
There was another crew there that night. These dirty Fobs from Riverwood. We were both out of our hoods that night. All with reps for being pitiful. We formed an alliance bridging together through hand slaps. We respected each other for throwing hands when those times call for the hand claps.
I was rushed out by some friends. Just skulled an alcohol induced state of mind. Spilling out on the streets was a mob fuelled to the tip of dangerous and violent. That’s because it feels good being guarded by so much security. It’s like a natural cocaine, a feeling on par with supernatural ability. For instance, this one dude from the other crew feels untouchable. He demonstrates by climbing on top of the police car. Jumping and yelling “how you like that constable?!”.
That’s the type of scene you’d expect to see in a riot. The suspension of the car squeaks and squeals like a pig in a vice. With every bounce he’s cranking up, yeah he’s cranking up, he’s cranking up the crews. Now we’re charging to Sydenham train station before the cops can call for back up. We move. Shedding off into smaller groups to throw the sent off the pursuit. Them coppers fall out of the loop, but we still following suit.
The city train pulls in and we swarm. Just imagine us like the Confederate swarming the Carlisle barracks. All you hear is noise and profanities resonate the carriage. It’s Satday night so its feeling jam packed. Three of my friends’ chill on the lower level while I speak with another who’s amped to the max.
Remember that guy that was dancing on top of the police car? Yeah? He claims the seat reserved for elderly. Swimming in an oversized bull’s jacket, wedged in TN sneakers, smirking, his eyes beaming jealousy. He’s scanning the passengers. It’s a habit that he learnt when doing rolls smoking Cannabis. He’s scheming out those that he can control without any challenges. Big hommies standing guard. Heavy calibres. Trains are their stomping yard and they wear the adidas.
Directly opposite sits a man aged in his thirties to fifties. He looks white Australian, but he doesn’t look like he grew up in the privilege. He’s decked out in Kmart or target wear. He’s not even aware of a casting stare until they make eye contact. Break. Eyes come back. Bulls jacket yells “you right braaaaaahh!?” Target, he says something under his breathe. It’s hard to decipher. Bull’s jacket stands up. Onlookers pause to pan over. He casually walks up to the target to do a stand over, standing over.
“The fuck you say?”. Target tilts his head some type of way. Doesn’t look scared. Almost like he doesn’t even care. In his monotone voice, replies the only way he can. You see he’s got no choice this guy cause there’s something about him. Cause there’s something about the target’s fragility. Yeah there’s something about him. Something like some type of intellectual disability. Theres something around him but that won’t change what the witnesses see. Yeah there’s something around him. And the question of accountability.
Without warning Bulls jacket launches right upper cut to the face. Mind you, that the target is seated and mind you, there are plenty people who seen it.
You know when you feel the cold embrace of a surprise punch to the face your shoulders shrug up like you just sneezed a lung out. Now he’s trapped on this train where he can’t even do a runner. Onlookers watch in horror. You can hear inhaling gasps of air echoing like glass pipes in the squalor. Onlookers just adjust their stair.
Bulls jacket cobras his back, chest out, arms leaning outwards, fists on display. He knows his bras got his back. Best pals. Maybe the site of big units is keeping the witnesses at bay. Bulls jacket stretches out his left arm to claw the back of the targets quivering head and reals him in closer like that innocent turtle caught up in a drift net.
Bulls jacket fires a right hook to the left cheek. The cracking sound perks ears like a starter pistol. Target is the victim that starts to block while passengers leap up off their starting blocks. On either side of the target sits two runners suited up in night clubbing gear. They no longer want to brush shoulders behind the starting lines they quickly leap up, off and they’re out of here.
Bulls jacket yells “you wanna start cunt? Huh?” Before the target can answer hes barrelled with punches that descend upon him like a hailstorm. The target automatically curls up to shelter his head and through the roof of his forearms shielding his face says in his monotone voice “I was not getting smart”.
Bull Jacket lets up. His bras gripping his jacket like reigns on a runaway horse. They heave him back to his trot. Bulls jacket looks proudly towards the carriage of disgusted and disgruntled faces. He shouts, “who else wants to fuck with me?”
This cues my crew to ignite off their seats. In another heart felt display of camaraderie they march up to Bulls Jacket look him up and down then dead in the eye. They then move over to the target and say “you want to get smart cunt huh?”
Target stands up rubbing his left cheek. In a last bid for dignity says in his monotone voice “I was not getting smart” Target is charged with a clothesline that lifts him both feet in the air and sends him crashing with his back into his seat. The souls of nike tns begin a hard style march all over his head. Two of my crew work like a four-stroke motor. One at time they lay the stomp in a twostep rhythm. This continues through the chorus of “you want to get smart cunt huh?” and the background murmur from huddled passengers on the other end of the carriage discussing the scene.
Under the stampede you can hear a muffled voice repeatedly saying, “I was not getting smart?” By this stage, the train is just pulling into Redfern and one of my friends grips the handrails to drop onto the target’s head with two feet like a parachuter bracing a hard landing. He repeats this landing at least 7 times.
The door mechanism hisses wide open. The beeps signal fulltime for the premiership. All in involved leg it out the train feeling victorious.
Planting tremoring legs as firmly as he can, he expends his last life force to rise quickly to his feet. He staggers to the opened doors and yells out “I was not getting smart!” before falling flat on the platform. You can hear a gurgling sound as he breathes with what’s left of his mouth against the platform because his mouth lies in a pool of his blood so thick that he almost drowns in it.
Didn’t hooks do a song to this beat
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In the beginning, it was only me and the gang (True)
Introduced this country to drillin'
All of a sudden they all wanna bang
All of a sudden they all wanna rap, deal, sing, and loot
(Rap, deal, sing, and loot)
All of a sudden they all wanna trap, drill, ching, and shoot
(Trap, drill, ching, and shoot)
[Verse 1: Lekks14]
They send my young G home same night our opps got sent to the ER (They did)
They want that smoke but all just choke that place, they puff that shisha (Haha)
I don't post 'bout drillings, I do them numerous times, that side got ruined (Of course)
News reports about all our bruddas
Like, who the fuck are they foolin? (Who?)
Grab that stick tryna hit that home run (Fuck)
If you ask 'bout who we drilled
Then come on bah we got no-one (No), evidence will they show us (No)
Testimony from no-one (No), we don't know about those ones
(No way)
They look the part, but they posers
No respawn when this game is over
-not my lyrics- ( in the beginning-one four)
Lol what?, We're you tryna pass off the lyrics of in the beginning as your own or summet? 😂
cambridge Entertainment nah nah just works
Stuck in the grind wit jokes by side my likkle bro tapped he outta the line two tounge ting still into my mind lil bro there jus asking him why junkheads tapped there onto the guy the hoods bare snakes jus thinkin there fly coudnt be mine that makin her cry the hoods bare snakes jus thinkin there fly Mandem rappin ur thinkin there blasting I don’t do non of that I don’t tell no lies
Dem boys are jokes no soakers but they chat bout pokers no m like motor u joker no buss like cola round here there’s too much robin no dc we see pc coming the pain is sick but the writings nummin the pain is sick but the writtins nummin 2 tounge and tings and bunnins gunnings how u gonna make a living and bro need sunny money I’m chattin to bro like who’s that donny and I got chat from donny isn’t it funny he got no money
and I got chat from donny isn’t it funny he got no money no left get right like walker real cash stalker real cash Earner no left get right like walker real cash stalker real cash Earner
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Run Rick
Running
I use to trap out the dungeon
I was running from them warrants
You was hiding from a extortion
Couple K in my pocket
But the Nickle would have done it
Aye, we some lads in the hood (eshay)
Love my shanks and shivs but still got gats like boys in the hood (eetswa)
Who wants beef when us boys here got too much toys in the hood (who)
All these boys in the hood (who)
We shoot sticks no wood (aye)
You step round here you'll see what's good
What's good, what's goodie
1, 2 step on a opp' I got my whole team urchin (where they at?)
Them boys they talk too much so there's no use conversin' (all that verbal)
All that talk till gang pulls up right there in person
Fuck that shit lad run that witness, mind your business close them curtains aye
We some lads in the hood (Two-Seven)
Ring Ring Traps, get rid of 2-Pacs like Suge
They turn bishop when I run straight like rooks (keep running)
I can wear Crocs and chop them dogs, don't ever be fooled by looks
Freedom ain't lost, this beefin' won't stop yea
We be on top I don't think they understood (they didn't)
What's good, what's good, what's goodie and come on by this ain't war we bullies
War's a sport and lad you rookies (pussies)
Ran blaze 'n ghost let's play some boogie
And why should I drop these childish ops? (why)
They deserve some noogies (huh)
We on the block Two Seven Fully (Fully)
We some lads in the hood, raised in that 27
Always up to no good (aye, aye)
We some lads in the hood, raised in that 27
Always up to no good (aye, pussy)
Heard there's dogs in the hood, oi lad go get that addy' (Go get that)
OneFour's scored so much points in the hood, Marlay go check that tally (how much)
Free Fred that boy was out in the hood, then he got took (Free em)
My district got old and shook, catch them boys they fold like books
Fourteen when I scored that point, I was pissed off 'cause I did me a leg shot (still)
Nowadays I aim for the head Cuz (head)
And then I jet off, cos it's red hot (red hot)
How could you leave your friends to get got, what a bunch of dogs like a pet shop
And if things get iffy, grip that fizzy and let that pop like Mentos
Made these stacks for the hood, break my back for the hood (yeah)
Youngins are itching to earn their stripes
So please don't, please don't come to the hood (nah)
My sides way too heavy, your goons they ain't ready (what)
Jump out the whip and Ching on them with Ballys on urchin like Ned Kelly bah bah
We got the shanks and shivs on hips (nah)
Anything 21 will get dipped (nah)
Opp boy down, Opp boy down, OneFour come out and loot this prick (pussy)
Tell Lebbs go get that hottie, grip that pole and go for a drive
Push that steel into bad man's chest and hope to the lord that he don't survive
We some lads in the hood, raised in that 27
Always up to no good (aye, aye)
We some lads in the hood, raised in that 27
Always up to no good (aye, pussy)
We some lads in the hood (Yeah that's my shank) raised in that 27
Always up to no good (Four's up, Four's up, aye, aye)
We some lads in the hood (was good, was good), raised in that 27
Always up to no good (aye, pussy, yeah where these opps at?
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[bullshit rap👍]
Sitting back with the back strap, flip mode on the sly.
rooms hotboxed, waiting for the drop offs. bare smoke in my eyes.
Fumes taking a toll on my sight and I was relaxing,
in my head I was asking, what would it be like if just did a mad ting?
Roll up in a jag, blinged up, whip out the mac, bullets erupt.
And sure I’m fed up, stress can be too much, It’s like the world wants me locked up
People slip up then they get bun, I keep my head down but won’t see me run.
pulling mads ones, sleepless nights can be rough.
I’m just in the mood to make big bucks, fuck selling drugs.
Don’t take me for a fool I’ll hunt ya down with the big snub.
And I’m about to make certain blerts spit blood.
It’s like most of us live life dealing with mixed goods.
I remember haze block days we’d be out active all night for them big buds.
Taking chase on stolens just for fun, armed robberies and a mob of thugs.
We was Just a bunch of yutes smoking heavy Zoots, taxing bare dick heads and taking them for mugs.
Now I move random, seen a lot of shit that would send you shook.
So I spend my time relaxing bunning up on heavy nugs wrapped in them big boy rugs.
No COVID I’ll fuck up your lungs, 2 bolties straight through and punch, little punk
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