Done His Dance

(Swifta Production) Yo, yo Don't ask, don't ask who's behind the mask 'Cah you know I say man don't grass They look like a Gucci design what I seen lurkin' in the grass He didn't wanna look back 'cah you're hearing set man are mad What you gonna do now man? Sat talking about straps But I cannot tell the youngers not to rob olders, I'm not their dad 17 years old looking like something out the city of God No mouth hole in the balaclava, so there's minimal talking and dialogue What can a squadron do, nobody gets caught in the fog Watch the super-bike watch the quad 'Cause man will have that 12 o'clock They said that mandem are movin' mad but that's life on the block And when I say man are holdin' sticks These days just know it's not made out of wood There's bare politics out here, it's never been good in the hood I hear that you're dark, my nigga, I hear that you're dark I hear there was 15, 20 man stood ballied up on the park I hear the machete's on the loose this year so you better run fast The way man jumped out of the bush lookin' like Spider-Man to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Set man will lose this year, so it's dangerous out on these streets Set man are MCs, so there's true stories on the beats Not everybody died in the war, so we still got couple OGs Not everybody's on the run yet, so we still got keys upon keys The block got shut down, so we're still not afraid of the police The olders are gangsters, so the youngers are still robbers and thieves Man are still visitin' man there's still man in HMP I feel like writin' to the judge, "Let all my niggas out please" I heard when my man fell off the bike wrapped around the tree Couple of the mandem are dead now, so we still hashtag RIP I went on music my man, it wouldn't move without the heat But karma's a bitch that won't stop 'til the cycle is complete I hear that you're dark my nigga, I hear that you're dark I hear there was 15, 20 man stood ballied up on the park I hear the machete's on the loose this year so you better run fast The way man jumped out of the bush looking like Spider-Man to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance Ready to done his dance