Lyrics
Produced by NS
DefBeats did the dirty
Big stacks, still we're aiming to make
The kitkat, we ain't taking a break
How you gonna sit on your arse
When you know deep down in your heart that it's paper to chase
I reach town and I graft, let alone trees now
Bro still tryna bake him a cake
Fuck one box when I need like five
For all of the paper the jakes dem will take
Fuck one box when I need like five
For all of the P's that I lost
Hear doors pop man I see blue lights
Man I feel the police and I'm off
Bro's dealing barisa, know what
My other bro's lidge and he'll steer me to shots
They're both getting fed when I'm gone
'Cause they love same way and I know that they're bleeding me strong
It don't matter what weight
Just know when I grab that after a week bro it's gone
So don't ask if I pack that same bud
They should've come in a week in advance
It's kinda fucked when your bae doesn't last
You're just making me laugh, you ain't breaking my heart
The only thing breaking is bread with my darg
All that shit's a facade and I find it bizarre
Big stacks, still we're aiming to make
The kitkat, we ain't taking a break
How you gonna sit on your arse
When you know deep down in your heart that it's paper to chase
I reach town and I graft, let alone trees now
Bro still tryna bake him a cake
Fuck one box when I need like five
For all of the paper the jakes dem will take
Nowadays I ain't acting surprised
When a man say yo hit me up on my line
I got peng peng and I'm always about
When I want leng leng from there's always a drought
You're a man of your word and your word is your bond
But can you really stick to your chat
If it ain't TT then I ain't time wasting
The ATT send that shit right back
Let that shit fly back if there's just five G's
Even though I can flip like that
I grab food with the turks 'cause I know deep down
That I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit like that
I tag food in my brr, the fours
And I told 'em I don't really tick like that
If you still can't tek with the L
Then open your ears and just sit right back
The paper ain't chasing itself
Take a look at your team someone needs a replacing
If you ain't got a team and you're out on your ones
Then it should be the mirror you're facing
I fucked up two magistrates that I'm facing
So much green got me facing the matrix
Rode past fed with food in my pouch
Taking more than a glance, should've blew but I slouched
Try roll to the bread, in my head
What I'm taking is more than a chance
Bro got his pebble right, ammo on the pedal bike
Heading right but we ain't touring de France
I clean man like Dettol, like let me see a kettle
Like you know that I'm making 'em dance
Lemon don't settle right, freezing my tizzy
Like jakes when they're raiding my yard
(I got 43 can he get me a box stop making me laugh)
There ain't no box 43
If there was then I'm putting the juice in my glass
This ain't the crop that I need
If there's dog there shout me I'm choosing it fast
Pig tryna stop the disease
There's shots don't doubt me it ain't gonna pass
Big stacks, still we're aiming to make
The kitkat, we ain't taking a break
How you gonna sit on your arse
When you know deep down in your heart that it's paper to chase
I reach town and I graft, let alone trees now
Bro still tryna bake him a cake
Fuck one box when I need like five
For all of the paper the jakes dem will take
Written by: Rifah Clark
