I can't mix the streets and the industry, but that's what they taught me
I'm sporting my Chanel with Celine, big drip like Fivio Foreign
The streets taught me we don't have nothing in common
I had to go rise the crime rate in London, cause that's what they taught me
I'm mainstream, still stepping with gunmen, cause that's what they taught me
In this penthouse, but it once was a bunk bed, and that didn't fold me
Yo, G locks and trey two spins, from long it's been a gun orgy
I took a chase from gun feds, imagine they caught me
Tell me if you seen a parade in your city
Had the whole borough humid
All it took was a auto and auto, had half of the borough fuming
Before rap had a bando booming
They was asking for music and a brick as well, it was getting confusing
Really sat down with a plug and a A&R, and the plug had more to give
Music link in my bio still, I felt more legit
Knew my time was coming, but until then man the lines were running
Had to move the press
I was walking 'round with a plate like a Chinese buffet
Still where the savages step, and I'm still managing, yes
It was gallery courts, now it's Gallery Dept, I still got my hammer on deck
Ran out of .38 autos, none in south, got it from the west like Sheck
Go with 4, bro bring the broom out too for the extra mess
Still good in the kitchen, good with the Smith &
Fill up the Dinger, we Tokyo drifting
No disclaimer, turned him to a gamer, had him on the floor just twitching
Bad B but posh, ask me what does it mean when you're smoking opps
I can't mix the streets and the industry, but that's what they taught me
I'm sporting my Chanel with Celine, big drip like Fivio Foreign
The streets taught me we don't have nothing in common
I had to go rise the crime rate in London, cause that's what they taught me
I'm mainstream, still stepping with gunmen, cause that's what they taught me
In this penthouse, but it once was a bunk bed, and that didn't fold me
Yo, G locks and trey two spins, from long it's been a gun orgy
I took a chase from gun feds, imagine they caught me
Fletcher taught me to trap, KP taught me about whaps
Yo, she got shot in the back, one of which dumb older taught him to lack
Funny how I've never been to ATL, but Future taught me to rap
Remember days out and I had to whip
They washed up the food then they sold me the pack
Got these pyrex bowl full of crack
I'm feeling like Dr. Doolittle, 'cause I knew how to talk to the cats
I tried flicking the shorty from way back when
She ain't wanna come talk to me back
See me in the Dubai in the supercar
Now she's one of the hoes in the back
Ain't it ironic, I just can't have a beef with the nine, I'm honest
'Cause I don't do internet beef, and the score on the streets been being shambolic
I see bro rise up the four door truck
Floor the hot spot to the hydraulics
It's a shame that certain man don't live by the gun
But you still have to go die from it
I'm just being modest
Made my ten stack, I always knew I was gonna add commas
These new players shop and go be on IG
They ain't notorious like Christopher Wallace (No)
Was tryna catch nothing but Ms
Now it's nothing but Ms if I sit in the office
A long way from school, they sat in the principal's office
I can't mix the streets and the industry, but that's what they taught me
I'm sporting my Chanel with Celine, big drip like Fivio Foreign
The streets taught me we don't have nothing in common
I had to go rise the crime rate in London, cause that's what they taught me
I'm mainstream, still stepping with gunmen, cause that's what they taught me
In this penthouse, but it once was a bunk bed, and that didn't fold me
Yo, G locks and trey two spins, from long it's been a gun orgy
I took a chase from gun feds, imagine they caught me
