5th king, he was on big hits

Bossed up 5th but the 5th was his strip

Now I feel like Zack and Cody

When I come home I wanna go lift it

This a whole new life in the bando kitchen, liquid turned to biscuit

Sixteen, me and F, I really was German-swervin', I know they witnessed

Done him on a backroad, no witness

Now I'm in a bando livin' with bisheads

And I'm feelin' lust when I re this grub

But I'm makin' a gain, no fitness

Neighbours red-eye this business

Tell that heifer to mind her business (Fuck off)

4th with the grub, we fried and fished it

Rubbin' my eyes on Christmas

Never caught no bando sickness, but I got lost in a box like magic

I was a man from young, I had racks from young

And it made man young and erratic

Miss DVT, no rappers, the mandem trappers and really slapped it

Only had one manual car and I begged big bro to drop me a 'matic

Remember that day so clear when he needed help and his bro departed

Cuz said, "Get out the mud, you cunt, I'm stuck with the 5th, shit started"

Now slap that ride in sport, I used to slap cats on the mains with bargains

I come up off serving bargains, copped me a shiny rock, no carvin'

I know bitches lie and **** lie (They do)

Had to feed my phone for weeks now my phone obese and I need a bigger line

Free V and ST, we never had no Ps, just free school meals at dinner time

I swear she only locked that one time

Now she tellin' me "You're really mine"

Now she tellin' me "You're really mine"

I know bitches lie and **** lie (They do)

Had to feed my phone for weeks now my phone obese and I need a bigger line

Free V and ST, we never had no Ps, just free school meals at dinner time

I swear she only locked that one time

Now she tellin' me "You're really mine"

Now she tellin' me "You're really mine"

Junkhouse, livin' in ruins, I just went through this shit like sewage

Two top in a dirty sock, I was hungry, I bruk this stick, no stews

Sixteen, two hands on a rusty, fuck me, I need me one that's newer

Sixteen, I flew up, not far from jetter down

Mum know I never meant to let her down

Are we gonna get rick together now?

In the country flats with a thousand smack, I remember taggin' up hella brown

And the weed come so much lenger now, '014, I move me two-ten a ounce

I was eighteen chuckin' them boxes

Shout the Lug, nothin' less than ten amounts (Shout to the Lug)

On the social net, man hella loud

Now look how your tracksuit brown

I got dope, half shifts in my memory

I don't want that shit in my head back

I got ten ten ten off the ten man

Cuz try fuck up my line with dead smack

I was sixteen livin' with S, I was sixteen runnin' my man 'bout dead smack

Are you switchin' sides? You are mad, child

Nah, you ain't even got no rights now

I'ma cop this drip cah it's my style, took big losses to live this lifestyle

Had to run through pack like rugby, fuck me, all of the junkies hungry

And when I made man drip like monthly, it's back to country doin' up ital

(Ital livin', bro)

I know bitches lie and **** lie (They do)

Had to feed my phone for weeks now my phone obese and I need a bigger line

Free V and ST, we never had no Ps, just free school meals at dinner time

I swear she only locked that one time

Now she tellin' me "You're really mine"

Now she tellin' me "You're really mine"

I know bitches lie and **** lie (They do)

Had to feed my phone for weeks now my phone obese and I need a bigger line

Free V and ST, we never had no Ps, just free school meals at dinner time

I swear she only locked that one time

Now she tellin' me "You're really mine"

Now she tellin' me "You're really mine"