I stay on the road all night cah you can't rely on no one
But I've got feds on my block non-stop and cats in roads
So I couldn't give a fuck about no Sho-G
Everyday I risk my freedom and miss my Gs dem
Putting in work like some Indonesians in the sweatshop
Even though the bando's freezing, freezing in the summer
Even on my one up, shit can get tun up, mind how you're speaking
Seeing is believing, you ever seen a wolf in a sheepskin?
You ever seen a Scorps with the teeth in?
You ever see shade on the fire still beating?
I don't think you have though, I did it on a G ting
You know what this is, pulling up in foreigns like I'm Mitch
Fuck the fame, you can keep it, I ride around and get it
Fuck the talking, better set it, real life no edits
They're just lying for the camera
Get money, that's the mantra
Free Money, that's the mantra
My new ting looks like Samantha Mumba, thighs like thunder
Don't talk about riding, mi start turn cruncher
Blacked out, the shards cracked out but it smells like ganja
Trap till the sun's up, smoke fill my lungs up
The mandem say I'm not social, I say I'm too old school
They can't even get a thumbs up, acting like they've done stuff
My team's untouched, real G's amongst us
My trappers go ham, bare blocks getting hugged up
Feds in the cut were getting tugged up
