Times were hard as a kid We was little shits runnin' round on the strip shottin' bits Gettin older watchin' all the olders do their shit Thinkin' yeah we wanna put the work in and get the food and flip Then we started doin' that Just me and the crew an' that And then the 5-0 and little haters tried to ruin that But they ain't doin' that So we switched it up and started dodgin' all the plod and fuckin' robbin' all the thugs Cause I'm a problem A problem that don't need solvin' Any problem that needs solvin' I'll just come with that revolver Aim watch [?] revolver Take your homeboy out his golf And dump him in the sea And golf him with the 45 colt him If hes runnin... Times were hard as a kid We was little shits runnin' round on the strip shottin' bits Gettin older watchin' all the olders do their shit Thinkin' yeah we wanna put the work in and get the food and flip Then we started doin' that Just me and the crew an' that And then the 5-0 and little haters tried to ruin that But they ain't doin' that So we switched it up and started dodgin' all the plod and fuckin' robbin' all the thugs Cause I'm a problem A problem that don't need solvin' Any problem that needs solvin' I'll just come with that revolver Aim watch? revolver Take your homeboy out his golf And dump him in the sea And golf him with the 45 colt him If hes runnin Know that shit'll halt him He ain't winning here Hes losing here like hes maltin' I'm too sick, I'm just revoltin' In a GTI with 2 sticks, I'm gonna golf him First of all let me big up Zdot Because this beat makes me wanna go and dish out head tops Start squeezin on a pistol (bang) until the lead stops No rastaman ting I'm clappin' 'til the dread locks Shakeel was done there when I let that 9 pop Started bustin' through cars Tryna hit man's head top No gloves or no bally It weren't a pre-planned situation Normally I'm masked up like I'm Jason Man come on us to talk about they had a MAC on them I had a 9 on me so of course I'm gonna clap on them It's either me or you, and it's you, not me RIP to you if we've got beef Cause if I catch you in the streets When the strap's filled with teeth, then its peak I'll make a nigga drop like a leaf Look, trust I ain't a pum pum The straps filled with dum dums If I buss through your window it might end up hittin mum's mums An' now your nan's touched and your son's slumped Plod can't link me to the firearm because the gun's dumped Minor though we got the shotty there and that gun's pumped So if you want it you can have it all in a lump sum, pop Pour Henny for my niggas in the grave Lick shots for my niggas in the cage Got 8 in the gat, 6 in the spinners, 12 in the gague Prepared for the snakes, [?] I'm on a general ting Man'll give the order Release [?] man in No badabing bullshit 10 Aystars with the dog and the full clip Tell him take charge press hard 'til they forfeit Make the floor split, spin barrel orbit Tell him be calm, treason your lordship Warship, kickin off your door with A bagaman Taliban and bomb your whole fortress Of course it's, driven by poor shit Comin from the bottom tryna spin off in a Porsche whip Fuck talkin', slugs for informers Runnin up the guns'll have you runnin' from the forefeit I've got a drummer with a full kit But no Keith Moon, just my brother holdin' 2 sticks True shit. loose lips move ship Sail away, [?] makes crews sick Aye aye captain, shots fly at him Make a boy backspin, when the 8 slaps him He's got chalk no cue stick 'Ca my dogs don't cause no [?] Stupid, fuckin with the movment Well make his mum move when we find out where this yout lives Bam bam bam Send Aystar with the dog on the [?]