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[Young Adz]
(Ayo, Quantich, run them bands up)
Ski, yeah (Ooh, Jony)

[Young Adz]
Rolling 'round humble but G'd up, boy, I got my game from big B, yeah (Big)
I done seen the boy go agains the grain, pull up, whole coupe turned Swiss cheese, yeah (Yeah)
I'm in a Jeep with my white boy talking 'bout corn and broccoli, young boys on go, I can't miss sleep (Yeah)
Bentley Bentayga, a big B (Yeah)
One thousand and six, that's a big B
I gave game to the little bro, he re-ing on a brick now, I told him "Don't celebrate", yeah (Hmm)

You see, the charges and sentencing guidelines are different when you fucking with the heavyweight, yeah (For real)
Brought you to the water, I played my part, gotta see what you demonstrate
I'm that same twenty-nine, get a call from big Ko, gotta pull up with the thirty-eight featherweight (Yeah)
2015, in that white
Ciroc-o, got it on us, no funny stuff
Fuck around, not sell us no grub
Me and LB will rob 'em, they'll cry and call cuzzy up (Take that)
Back then I used to get on the train with three G-packs
Walk 'round the town and just fuck it up (Fuck it up)
My little niggas gettin' nicked for the pokings in town

So the shotters and the jakes know what's up with us (Yeah, yeah)
When I was young, I used to walk from Lewisham graveyard all the way to frontline to get Lizzie (Yeah)
Chromes and Gutta probably chased somethin' down
Probably cheffed somethin' up by the time I hit Chick Chicken (Yeah)
In my black Ralph tracky, got my flicky on my waist, got my shots and my little fuckin' phone here (Yeah)
Had a passa with the fiend outside KFC (Yeah)
TSG pulled up, I'm on my toes, nigga
All I need from you is honesty (Yeah)
Molly water boost my confidence (Yeah)
Trappers, we don't deal with fraudulence (You dig?)
Snitches do not get acknowledgement (You dig?)

I'ma go and fund the war for them (You dig?)
They tryna score, it's a tournament (You dig?)
Gotta speak from my heart, fuck an audience
We was oppressed, now we dominant (Ski)
I fucked around, showed too much love
They abusing my love, got me thinkin' evil things (Mmm)
See, the game is the game, I'ma play to my grave
I'ma deal with the shit that people bring (For life)
I know the real you, the one that you hate
Maybe that's why I see it how it is (I see it)
Still got corn for my bros crackhead friend
When I was eight years old, he was thieving out the crib (Ski)
But now I done grew up (Ski)
She a princess, I might pick her shoe up (Ski)
Ex broke her heart, I'ma buy her a new one (Ski)

Bagging up in the pent, Q of white in the hoover, we get it
I might fly her to Venice, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Five star spa, she replenished, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
When you fucking with me, can't regret it
I bet that your ex gets the message, you dig? (Yeah, yeah)
We come from the jungle (Yeah)
Got some firearms, bro, we don't tumble (Yeah)
Hair long and real, call her Rapunzel (Yeah)
Plug is flingin' the coca in bundles (Yeah)
I'm a sinner, I say what I want to (Oh)
We go shopping, I buy you some lunch too (Oh)
I done seen a few real niggas crumble (Yeah)
Made a killin' off B like a bumble (Yeah)
I'm chillin', I'm in my khamis (Yeah)
I might fly to Egypt with Capris (Yeah)
I won't lie, I sweep 'em off their feet (Yeah)

Close your eyes and picture, have you seen? (Yeah)
Hope Allah forgives me when we meet (Yeah)
Hear the lies on my name, it's ridiculous
Moncler with the fur, it's indigenous
I'm in court tryna assert my innocence
Name infamous (Ski)

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