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My nigga picture it

My whole wrist is lit

Used to take them pissy lifts

Was sleeping in my niggas crib

Still putting packs up in the microwaves

Customising diamond chains

Man we was lost and had to find a way

Smoking on gelato, these Louboutin's got the sparkle

I started with a half O with the dreams to be a narco

Still, I can't wife a chick, married to my Lyca chip

Sold a Z while writing this, my youngers shoot while cycling

I'm stuck up in this city full of flashy lights

I keep it humble cos I never really had a life

Now my shoes, top and jeans cost a pack of white

Still I trap at night, when will I be satisfied?

Guess it's just a trappers life

Cooking up them nina's, Z's get sacrificed

And if my brother's patronised, somebody's getting Channel 5'd

Look I've got two scales I'm balancing

Two scales I'm patterning

As for this rappin' ting, it's sorta just happenin'

Should I hit the booth or go and whip the twos?

Got mad love for them little yutes that's hitting shoots, I did it too

He's getting smoked if we're in the mood

Little brother can't get to the hand ting told him bring the broom

But I ain't rapping 'bout no dip dips and four doors

Just touched up on four raw and now I got four more

Johnny's got six-o looking for four-scores

Told him just link little bro by the fourth floor

Man I just beat the case

So can somebody tell Latesha-Grace

That Fredo's tryna giver her D for days

I'm smoking weed and eating steak

Thinking that I need a break

But I won't stop 'til all my G's are straight

Sitting down with Dotz chatting to him in the cemetery

Telling him that now I rap everyone remembers me

Miss the days when it was 'bout the fun and it was never P's

I know you're smiling down when I spend five bills on a Fendi tee

But maybe heaven is the place that Fredo's meant to be

Cos down here on earth it ain't nuttin but fakes and jealousy

Still I'm loyal to the rules that's something you will never be

You want the fame so much so it's something you will never see

She's clubbing every week, that's suttin' I will never breed

My own friends stole my gun, that something I will never leave

Now he's round with pagans and that's fucking with me mentally

But I'm an Ace of Spades and them niggas come like Cherry B

That pussy stabbed me in my back and it was very deep

Then I got locked for a shooting, three stabbings and a hella tee

But I'ma let it be

Cos if my lawyer hears this rap due to wanna lecture me 'bout why the feds are vexed with me

Workers said Nick robbed him for some B

So I told him for a couple weeks you're shotting it for free

Same time I had his big sister dropping to her knees

She bust it open quick cos I'm popping in the street