Forest beats
I always tell the truth, you know I dont need to lie (yeah)
'Cause nowadays, I need money need a peace of mind
My girl tell me, "Mo, you need to leave the streets behind"
But I got beef with some niggas that need to die (yeah)
Call me MJ with all these cases I'm beating
My lines worth more than what these label are screaming
Wheelin' and dealin', I give that shit a meaning
Loyal to the soil around here, they ain't no treason
This tings from the '80s, mans callin' it an ornament
Bro still takes it on the glide, I was torching skin (pow-pow-pow)
I just smile at them niggas, no talkin' ting (yeah)
Me and S licked a move and went and copped a scorpion (no)
Brr-brr-brr, that's the sound from us (brrr)
If man run up in your crib, give them mouses up (yeah)
Early mornin' doing re's, gotta count it up
And I'm the one who gives the bag, I don't sland it off
Rest in peace Crill, that shit don't feel real
And free my nigga Pole 'cause he was really in the field (yeah)
And shout my nigga O cuh he was really on them drills
Right now, you're probably getting killed
I can't show them how much packs that I run through
'Cause half these niggas bums lookin' like they bun food (ha-ha)
I pass the ball to my nigga, let him run through (yeah)
And I'm that nigga in the hood doing one-twos (no)
See me driving in an foreign, yeah, I cut through (skrrt-skrrt)
She keep snapping up the dash, said it's not cute
My girl stressing about them girls, babe, they not you
I'm hearing rumours on my name and it's not true
Four pockets full like a baby over here
Got your Woman Crush Wednesday moving crazy over here (no cap)
Big hammers, we ain't playing over here
Told that bitch she can't chill 'cause she staying over there
Ask P how much keys that a nigga moved a week (wah)
I ain't cappin' in my raps man, I do this in my sleep (yeah)
I know the packs dog, niggas tellin' me it's cream
I gave it out and work 'cause that packs coming cheap
All the drillas and the trappers show me love
Cuh I make sure they straight whenever it's going off, yo
I'm in the birches with all these jewels on
I spent all this trap money on some tools don
Yeah, I could go crazy and drop a bag in Dior
Or I could walk up in Louis, go and shut down the store
I ain't in the industry, I'm really in the field
Never hit a singing chick but I won't pass Kamile
I'on know why all these rap niggas got this big ego
Cuh if you couldn't spit bars, your mind a blunt zero
And I ain't fucking with a nigga sittin' on the fence (yeah)
There's two sides to this ting, pick one of them (pick)
Remember sittin' in the T, I was the dirty kid
Now every time I'm looking down my sleeves 30 quid (30 bags)
Courtesy of these dirty trips (yeah)
I swear I'm always under pressure by these dirty pigs
Madness life, I'm in it, they rap it, I just live it (wah)
Truth be told, I ain't heard a crackhead in a minute (yeah)
Free the mandem outta prison
Stuck up in the system
Yeah, we move the same ting, but I just move different (true)
Erds boy shit, you know
Man just move a little different out here, you know
Nothing like them bum ass niggas
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha