Ireland, I see you each and everytime, stand up J-J-Jester made this Oh shit, A92 Okay, Kino, I see you I see you Dre, easy the one they call Dbo, large up KSav BT, Easy mix, large up Kebz, welcome to The Generals Corner Scratch mixed it My bro-my broski only yinged that once And he knows I'm ashamed ’cah I told him he should've done better Do it three times, open up man's back I’ll be pissed if he ain't gettin' put on a stetcher Leave man's chest like denims Venom, tear man's skin when I rip man's sweater Wet man down, no homo Swing and repeat that drill tryna make man wetter ... got numerous chings All now he ain't been on the block Jenny Got the drop on an opp, but the four-door broke So we robbed that Van Persie She wants me, that's a man, but she’s from Netherland So we gotta speak Dutch’velli I can't sleep on the L like Chapo, I can never lie on the L, Messi Yo, A-A-A92 ain’t nobody better My broski's tapped, he'll do up man's head If I spray that du-du-du-du-du-du He’s way too Af', he just loves to pepper A92, that's my family, that shit is embedded inside of me Work so-work so hard, I can barely sleep I put in works so my fam can eat If you wan' come to the D-town block You can buck me live-O with a rambo Tryna paint man's tee like Picasso No [?], she can hold this rambo Put seven on his back like Sancho Five and six, that's far from Blanco Man, I just hop out the four-door whip In the avenue strip like, "Bro, where they at though" And I've been 'round there with the goons Three-three cars and attack man, double tap that Just aim and shoot Tryna-tryna run for your life when the windows down Bro-bro gonna aim for you Four-four-doors pop and the drills done dropped Them man never had no clue Ride out, ride out, man, it's overdue Monday, I got hit with the re Flip-flip them packs, I was age sixteen Then I jumped in the trap then I went OT I-I was linkin' them cabs on blocks on Tuesday, got a bad B from opps Ain't-ain't got time, gotta chop that box But, the beef on the block is gettin' me hot Feds on me 'cah my trapline pop Okay, let me settle what's good, the girlfriend love pagan wood No-No way they can chat to my Bruce 'Cah he been 'round there puttin' blades in hoods Swing it, di-di-dice man like cubes Head back and I spark my zoot I'm a fan of the gunners like Troopz Put a hole in your chest like a hula hoop The-the-the way man mix this tape It's a madness, the Mad About Bars like Kenny I spit Fire In The Booth like Charlie Sippin' and you know I don't do Henny And my-and my blade Plugged In in juice like Fumez It's head, neck, chest or belly And man's got the Hardest Bars like Joey How the fuck have we not linked up already? Man's got the dust packed off already I'm steady, I lean out and buss confetti If I send one tenth of your head, it'll be ready 'Cause man's in your blood like Jenny already Bad B shakin' her arse, she a wetty Yo-yo, come hold this wap like Fetty Can't miss me on road, I've said it already 'Cause man's got murder on my mind like Melly Baby come shake that mmm, mmm You in love with the bad and the tum-tum Right now, man, I'm way too inner In the A with the boys with some real-real drillers It's a-It's a opp boys head bro wants for dinner Juice gets spilled like liquor, Sosa spill, real dripper I'm that nigga, gyallie want D no Digga They talk a lot, but I'm so confused, like why do these nerds act bad? I never lack, zero L's for my side, don't speak on my name 'Cah my name's in a plaque, them days on the block When we buck into pagans, start to rain, it's splasin' and that Don't give back chat when you can't hack that Slide in a hatchback, I really turn bad Look, don't step 'cah you can get your shit check If bro's on the ride and I'm on the left Fuck the socials bro, fuck the creps They don't ride, but they talk on the 'net Fuck the 9 and I said it with chest Mum always said shit can mix like Chess You're a king, you can never ever settle for less and I won't, bitch It was cap, you said you weren't here But the A92 'cah 'round here, we don't take no L's See, I'm stuck in the trap tryna that pack And my marje keeps on ringin' my cells Opp block tours in the late of the night Tryna find one yute, tryna hit him as well Like Loski said, "If the ting goes back Watch everyone run and scream like girls" J-J-Jester made this Okay, Kino, I see you