System O Realm
Ayy, you know what time it is
Ayo, TR, go brazy on these niggas, man
Ayy, Fumez, let's do this
Ayy, Zyron Blue, is that you?
Plugged In
Yo, let me put a end to the chat like
I know it's just rap, but my head's gettin' mad (Goin' nuts)
Like, how they keep mentionin' gang
But it might get mad if I mention the facts
Like, yeah, I could say
I'm smokin' on this and that, and this and that
But then, I'd be just like them and
I ain't gotta talk 'bout different packs (Nope, nope)
Tie this knot, time this drop
Don't drop or hide, buy the drinks to the shop
Pop this top, swap this mop, did the OT bop like man's not hot
Tied this knot, tried and flopped, skrrt Mazza, wine and stop
I was up top tryna find these opps
In my Corona mask and I'm drivin' hot
I just smashed out a pack by the cleaners
Now I'm in this gaff baggin up in Trina's
I can't stop watch me legs do pace if
I see them CIDs in the blacked out beamers
They just jump online, they don't do that
They too wet, I can't beef these weeners
On the strip, he had nuttin but hope
Me and bro doin' trips, just some bando dreamers
Double Lz got shot, S1 got dropped,
TrapO got popped, and Philly got chopped
Omizz got caught by the local shop,
Got one bang drop, wasn't worth no chop
Who's that yute? Tell bro-bro, "Stop!"
On your block, let the hand ting lock on a opp
'Ready know that the gang's on job
When we get down there, we slide with the mop
They claim that they're real, but they're not like me (Nope)
As-salamu alaykum, habibti
She knows it's me, Maroc CD
Who said money don't grow on trees?
'Cause in the T, my P grows off seeds
We jumped in the music scene
I seen 'nough man try do it like we (Like we)
Copy and paste, wanna be like me
They can't talk on my name, let's be real
Not one of my opps have touched me, but still (Skrrt, baow)
Where I make us crash, but in, got drilled (Grrt, grrt)
What you know 'bout drive on dots?
190, you just bucked into old Bill (What you know?)
What you know 'bout your right hand
Just gettin' life 'cah another opp boy got
Got flows and I govern it
Bro, maj running it
City fucking loving it
Jumped out and shh for the fun of it
Tryna cook this beef, not oven it
And I came up off the evil like mad man, me intelligent
Real and relevant, do things diligent, get back, eminent
Brilliant, I would never ever slash like Cillian
ZK workrate ballistic
Back my shank, tryna make bro proud
Ain't no lie, go check the statistics
His boy is dead, you can tell by the frown
Civilian who, civilian how?
Your bro got packed, it's talk of the town
Told bro-bro, "Stop, let's spin back 'round"
Tires screech, sku-du-du-baow
I just chopped it, rocked it, bagged it
Now I'm out there puttin' food in the strip
Was all gains selling TT hit
Now it's heads on his lap and his bed, this a kick
We got a sweet one tryna come through
But I didn't see them when I didn't have shit
Guess it's different, now I'm all lit
Got this ten-ten bitch tryna max this strip
I gotta sit back and smile
They said we slept on a vio
But my bros put them bodies in bags and put their boys in bios
They got one, we got back, and they ain't been back in a while
You don't wanna see gang get wild
Do it and get in denial if feds try and take it to trial
Yo and I'm here for the plaques
Run up them numbers, take no chat all
No label, ten million views
Top of the ladder with no excuse (Top)
Fumez The Engineer