I want mills I don't milly rock Sitting in the trap, with my milly cop, corn for a silly opp (boom) Sitting in the booth late night (late night grindin') I want the same fans 2Pac and Biggie got (woo!) I got a five man gang like the Rockyfellas (Rockyfellas) Got a new strap now the shotty jealous (shotty jealous) If he's talking to jakes, nap him, jook him in the face, easy One life live it well, don't think cah you got a vid on GRM your name's ringing bells (pussy) Free Wiggavell, free J Hood and Kaz, all my bruddas sitting in the cell (phase) Fuck the 5-0 act five, everyday I wan' make my nine go clap (nine, boom) RIP Joe if I could, then I would make the time go back like (I can't) Fuck a knife I want thirty Glocks, or a sub-machine fill it up with 30 shots From way back, I've been certi cause' do your brudda dirty then I exit with a dirty bop I take my son Windsor, you can hold a shot, turn your lung Rizla (pussy) You little dumb drinker that's my nine in the air not a gunfinger (pussy) Flyin', ammi on board, smelling like Tom Ford, flyer than a Concorde Always got a long sword when a bruddas on tour (what else) In Paris doing up bonjour (what else), then I get back And I'm jetlagged, Roley on your wrist you gone watch my brudda tek that We got guns in the car, put all of my trust in Allah on some real shit I said heat's get backed, man move drastic Talking hella crud will get a silly nigga blasted Rollin' with the Glock, big ting and it's plastic Put yutes on 'cause as a yute I never had shit I remember back then, when I never had dough Sticks too peak had me rolling with my Rambo Whippin' in my Punto like it was a Lambo Head burst like the first booting in Django You can get shot for a minuscule reason Put a don down man ain't happy with it even Feds got my brothers on the wing, that's some cleaners Bots on a ped we ain't delivering pizzas Hoes ain't loyal so I'm rollin' with a keeper Me I never froze, but my block's like a freezer Force new mash blow a nigga out his sneakers Make the barrel smoke like, 25 shishas If you're my friend, how you chillin' with my pagans Man are fully snakes I can feel the vibration You man have got sticks, but them sticks they're vacant How you talk to donny when you know he's giving statements Ride time you know the four's up Rather corn niggas I ain't lettin' them corn us [?] from the axe yeah it's looking like sawdust My girl sex good but I'm still on that PornHub, it's that real You don't know how being clapped feels On a Y-Z, fed chase on a back wheel Been in the jailhouse, knowing it's your last meal You can get stabbed on the block for a bad deal Man are tryna wigshot, man you best move up Shit that I did will give a killer some goosebumps Murderers, play all my tracks 'cause it's true stuff Them manna ain't warriors, them manna just juiced up Badness, learnt from my surroundings Still stuck up in this bitch, still working to get out it Floating and then sinking, surfing and then drowning Your favourite rappers just verbally about it Move so cautious, not tryna hit the bin for life If your drillers skatty we don't think alike Unexpected passa on a winter night Tied the jumper like a bally had to improvise They came attacking, made them vacate rapid Their mates ain't backing it, safe, they vanish I expose facts, it's not a fake snake tactic I'll do anything for truth like James St. Patrick You'll see them boogy when it's jiggy and groovy When it's bookey you're Left 4 Dead like you tripped in a movie When it's dark days they're gone again, so I don't holler them I've never known something as uncommon as common sense Whipping with the co-dee's 'dem, dripping in this sauciness See my villa thinks she loves me bitch don't even know me yet Mission haffi roll again, did it then we'll coast for 'dem Popcorn on roofies ain't sittin' in the Odeon In the place just, [?] with my don Serving out humble pie, who wants to try some Oh no, did you see what my guys done Came in with no chain, left with a nice one I could say a bagga times, we roll up a man free so stiff You have to wonder if he's paralyzed Look in his eyes, whole aura's been analyzed He don't want shots, he's camera shy, moving on My bro's seem to love cheffers, still niggas move Yoshimitsu with the wetters Swing it with aggression, blade's moving so fast They don't know if we backed out shanks or propellers, easy