(X10) (Roddy, run it up) (HARGO Production) Niggas gettin' blazed and start prayin' they get saved Layin' on the ground thinkin' why they played this game Well it's too late, family dealin' with some new pain Now life ain't feelin' too great I hit the floor five times, still why I wanna clip the 4's five times More drivebys or don't I Really, I'm a trap boy, I come up off a dope line Co-hosting the T, I got the Co-sign Now we rappin' bars Different from the late nights when I was wrappin' hard Blowin' in that dinger, hopin' we don't wrap the car Now I can wrap the car Nowadays, I put it on the card, that's a star 'Cause I can shut my eyes, tell you just how it was And when it came fresh out the box, can you smell me? They had to mail me, now the only mails from my bookings or LV, new collection Cop three, that's a new selection He got retired with the bine, didn't need a pension Every time I exercise, I feel I need redemption Or repentance but I buy another pendant Lookin' through these Louis lenses Niggas didn't care, now they're too intensive I seen it so clear, it's only you pretendin' And when I speak the real, don't care who's offended When Trap was in the kitchen on his last whip I was sittin' in prison on my last bid Came home to the booth, couple quid and a half brick Link Tef and grew a shark fin See the clips like bananas, I'm plantin' Make man shower down the strip like bad man from Garden Came up off lines and paper, no margin Shoppin' out East street market but look at me now Matter fact, you can google me and look at my thous' See the streets when I look down the isle Sometimes it gets real, you gotta whoosh at the crowd Bare face and pray the witness ain't lookin' around Gang I made it out the belly of this shit On my soul, I didn't think that we could ever get this rich Til' my brudda came through playin', skydwelly' on his wrist Rest be serious, you ain't know that there's levels to this shit They got my niggas in the bin, doin' lockdown While my other niggas on the road, tryna lockdown the city All about the quid, if it's money then I want it in a jiffy I sip the tonic wine til' I'm pissy Before the queen died, we was gettin' live Lizzy Ski mask way like Skizzy These niggas ain't rappin' like Jimmy Tell em wrap it up like a jimmy I really wish that I could rap like Akala Instead I'm 'round the straps and the drama Akh's and the Karla's Ballers gettin' yacked for their darlings Weed plants all up in the flats and we ain't farmers This the positive and negative, thoughts of a predicate Gotta watch the trigger cah' it's delicate This the same spinners Bob shot the sheriff with If I ever send you coin, it's repetitive