Came up out the mud they want throw me back in When you from the slums then it's ball or trapping Bruddah I'd be done if I was only rapping Figured out the curse then I broke the pattern Everyting I done yo I done in fashion If it weren't for love it was purely passion Know they hate me bad but they love the badness Bruddah where I'm from it's snakes and ladders Last of a dying breed Every morning send the text's Fiends gotta get the message I'm doing Yoga on buj the way I got it stretching Grinding like, slow jams Chasing girls get you no bands Ain't onda block, ak I'm bigger than the programme More trainers than reeboks Trap boy they know my Ethos Coke in this jar this ain't sea moss 100 thousand on one cooker I'm a gun busser and a drug pusher But I need ms like my brudda mulla Master p no limit Went and got that phone ringing Boujee nigga but I came from low living V12 engine Spend 50 onda pendant I don't shed tears unless it's denim I hit thenes I don't know bout hit records Counting 50 in my bedroom I 'member cooking in the kettle I got more hard food than tickle me My name in the streets Ak I don't need the industry Came up out the mud they want throw me back in When you from the slums then it's ball or trapping Bruddah I'd be done if I was only rapping Figured out the curse then I broke the pattern Everyting I done yo I done in fashion If it weren't for love it was purely passion Know they hate me bad but they love the badness Bruddah where I'm from it's snakes and ladders Last of a dying breed My dark penger than Ms Banks, chop the brick with my flick nank I got more keys than Beenie Man Fifty for the wristwatch courtesy of big rocks When I say we live, I ain't talking 'bout no TikTok All this water make the hoes on it, brizzy came back so solid Olive with the rose on it, I really had the stove rocking The trap, I gave all of me, two hundred plus in jewellery They ain't got enough bread to go to war with me I'm on paper like an exam, my runner whip the work with his left hand I ain't relying on no next man They used to gimme EMA I got hustling in my DNA Me and Dean made that line do 3 a day F a press run I mixed dirty with f1 Lost sticks bought next ones LV spills 1000 pound meals If I just talk money blame the grills Came up out the mud they want throw me back in When you from the slums then it's ball or trapping Bruddah I'd be done if I was only rapping Figured out the curse then I broke the pattern Everyting I done yo I done in fashion If it weren't for love it was purely passion Know they hate me bad but they love the badness Bruddah where I'm from it's snakes and ladders Last of a dying breed