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Shout out Mika, my bro Brr, mm Uh All them cold nights sitting in the trap Stacking for the spinner with the flikky on my lap Had to whip it with the mag to turn the whips to Digi Dash Got me flying OT and rags, just so I can flip a pack Young niggas living fast Gassed 'cah they did the dash White when I flick my ash Do a mazzaleen to bring my nigga back All them cold nights in the trap Why you think I'm in a mask? I've been to hell and back Seen hella cats, pushed hella crack Jack me? never that, I bet I'd make the semi slap, boom But if I jacked you darg then you won't get it back Need big whips now Teddy where the hemmies at Run up in spots like show me where the reddies at I'm going Trevor mad, black suit, Men in Black, I need a half a mil stat Looking like I push crack, like, Mike I'm a dad Five years from now, trap's loose, remember that Middle of December goin' mad, tryna fill a bag Remember being stuck on tag, remember doing push-ups in a dutty pad Always been money, mad, I've been jail two times for the love of bands I see them niggas getting gassed off a couple grand I've got some other plans, stack it up in rubber bands I do the milly rock on any block, nigga and the money dance So shout out my hitters in Spain and my killers in France I got drillers in the yard and I got hitters in the dam Know we tapped in with hitters when we land Only lions and gorillas in the gang, I got a milly in the plan But for now I'm putting Whitney in the pan Been a minute since I visited the fam But I'm really getting busy with the vision and the plan For all them long days in my cell, can't you see I've been to hell Must have been the karma for the things I sell Mee-Mee-Mee-Meekz Manny bet the name rings a bell, flippin' hell Free my niggas off the prison shell They're either trapping or robbing, but I just wish them well I seen them olders throw their dreams down the wishing well If you're hitting fiends on my block, then don't miss a sale Lost a couple homies, made me wanna hit the rails When Deezy died the block lost it So when them blockers lost Migs I could relate it's real shit Gotta make it out quick, show 'em how we live I need labels and cribs that's why I'm saving up quids It's got me blazing up spliffs with no cig' Could live fast and you can go quick Probably got to lose your homie just to notice, crazy how the time goes quick And when I'm on my grind I make the line go sick The amount of times I made a white, oh flip Had me out in Brinsford for my white, oh shit Pull up on your bitch and make her bag the whole brick Like, when I'm OT darg, I gotta stay focused Couple kitties ran off with some pennies, so we don't tick End up burning gaffs down, leaving them homeless Cah I'm round fiends with no teeth and bare smokers, semi-autos and revolvers Never show fear but show respect to my olders Can't stop, won't stop Grinding 'til the phone's off Tryna break a whole box Can't rest, won't rest Grinding 'til the phone's dead Tryna break a whole keg Came a long way from Heath court and all that Real niggas take that shit to the grave with 'em, can't steal my shine like Fabian