stuck in the burrows (feat. Kayzziex)

How are you gonna say you are a real ****

If you are not up front & talk is cheap?

How you think we got this mills

Yo, you best believe that it ain't for free

Fly from the US to UK, head back ****

Trap through the seven seas

The bottle and the blunts that you see

On my table yo definitely not cheap

This shit wasn't generational

I start from the bottom just go and ask Drake

I'm sipping and smoking and doing some

Other shit that I just rather not say

I turned up the hustle, I'm rolling and lighting

These backwood with all of the haze

You all might not know it but listening

To emo trapper and one of the greats

Me quito la máscara y me pongo la corona

Sabes lo que pasa cuando el **** está en la zona

Está 22 cabron a ninguno perdona

O si no la 44 que a toditos los evapora

Yeah

A todito los evapora

La calle caliente cabrón cuiden sus neuronas

En cualquier momento la guerra esta detona

Pero cuando carajo has visto un gangster sin pistola

And it goes like!

And it go like

Ay

Holla, have you been a bitch

I can chill and get hit with this bitch

Always empty the clip

Bands up and get you expli-ed

Underground rotting in piss

Fuck that, no miss

Boulevard hustle, don't stop

Got the nine and I'm letting it pop

Smoking your brodies at home, in the choppers

The flow in the weather, man, cope with the block

So we hot, God

Next one to go, I get caught

Now the boy saying he's shot

Run up, I'm shooting my Glock

They got the mess with the mob

Now the boy talking to God

Got enough packs, I'll soon not run

No lag, I'll start running again

Doesn't matter, I'll pass

I'll face off with the team

I've been killing the track

I want my opps to see, so they had to run to me

I scream

Grab the knife, slashing the scene

Slice in your throat while I'm smoking my greens

Mind the repute, I guess where I've been losing

The drugs I'm abusing might ruin your dreams

Xanax and pills, I've been looking for drugs

Don't you pass me sometimes, so I let the blood flow

And I stick to my grind

All my goals are fulfilled, so I'll break a few lines

Just don't get me in a jail

Love for those fantasy, closer to death

And I question my thoughts

Maybe I'm the one asking

I get all this money

No time for the rest

Even if I set myself running, I know that I'm blessed

I'll face off with the team

I've been killing the track

I want my opps to see, so they had to run to me

I scream

Grab the knife, slashing the scene

Slice in your throat while I'm smoking my greens

Mind the repute, I guess where I've been losing

The drugs I'm abusing might ruin your dreams

Don't you pass me sometimes, so I let the blood flow

And I stick to my grind

All my goals are fulfilled, so I'll break a few lines

Just don't get me in a jail

And I question my thoughts

Maybe I'm the one asking

I get all this money

No time for the rest

Even if I set myself running, I know that I'm blessed

And I stick to my grind

All my goals are fulfilled, so I let the blood flow