Work in the pyrex Shit I went jail, had to ride it I'm really on the curb Flying birds I'm really on the curb I got work I stretch grub, I stretch grub and then I let it fly like birds I dust off a little 10 quid My red bottoms are expensive I spent half my life just flipping these packs I lose 9 O's then I'm bringing it back I do a 1ner in the fast lane, I turn soft zeds into hard cain I love life Cause of hard days Niggas talk good but that shits fake I get phone lines pumping 3-for-2 no 1-on-1's Like I can't tell who's really hungry Cause I'm out here, I can't see no one like I been in kitchen, just whipping I got a dish in the sink, just dropped 4 O's Gotta whip into 6 You talk a lot and it sounds like shit I love money and bricks Look at the flick of my wrist I love country and fiends 3 bands stuffed in my jeans The hustle runs in my blood I came a long way from the mud Niggas sitting down, smoking weed and talking shit about funds I ain't trying, it comes natural I grabbed half a brick and I bagged it all I used to tear the strip on a pedal bike And burst shots up in capital Like who's real and who's not I used to grind for a minimal proff I take lessons not a loss Niggas chatty chatty I'm not Cah I'm trappy Like give me a square and I'll smash it I got a raw of zed on my feet I got magic all on my jeans I get busy, I got work I whip, bag it and serve All the bullshit I ain't into it Niggas should've been wearing skirts Like nigga I been tearing work I used to hit cunch for weeks I made 2 bags in my sleep I counted 20 stacks this week I got niggas all on my back Like bro you gotta do rap I got kitties all on my phone Like geezer we need that crack Like tonight I'm heading up O And I dunno when I'm coming back You sound good in your vids But you ain't got a spine in your back No back bone niggas went jail cah they jack phones My little niggas in a cats home I made made stacks off a crack phone Niggas bitches cause they chatty I got 16 dark in a alley Cause I lost love for these niggas Cah now I'm winning these niggas ain't happy I coulda shed a million tears But I put my pain on the gram And I ain't seen some niggas in years But I give more fucks for my line Cah that fake shit, I don't rate it See this square here I'm gone break it I don't watch money I go chase it And I fly up birds till I make it