The amount of money I'm gonna be making would hurt your parents' feelings

Remember the class where I taught you all how to make it rain?

That's what I'm gonna be doing every single night

I can teach you to rap, I can teach you to trap

I can teach you to take this hand ting apart

Clean up and grease this mash

Been ten years in this ting and I still feel young

I swear it's just mad (Mad)

Been ten years and guys have nothing to show

I swear it's just sad (Bruh)

We're the reason a man turned pack

Put my life on the line for the set

Put aside all the pride, all the fame and respect

Jump in the stolen car, tryna stop man's heart

Put man on a stretcher

See an opp man, aim for the neck

Lucky, fleshed man's arm instead

OT trips for the money

Been three weeks, kinda miss my bed

Three thousand pebs in the whip

Just see feds, gotta take that left

Trap boy with the dark and light

I don't know nuttin' 'bout pills or meth

Half a brick of cocaína

Comin' in from Medellín

Just see it touch in customs

But they're not tryna let it in? (No)

See, I can never live off benefits

So I bought a phone with a SIM-Card credited

This music help man levellin'

But I still fuck with the .38 specialist (Baow!)

This lightskin ting is a feminist

Tellin' me, "Kweng, you're way too menacing" (Ay, come here)

There's no way man's deadin' it

There is no way this beef is settlin'

I can teach you to rap, I can teach you to trap

I can teach you to take this hand ting apart

Clean up and grease this mash (Oi)

Been ten years in this ting and I still feel young

I swear it's just mad (Mad)

Been ten years and guys have nothing to show

I swear it's just sad (Bruh)

We're the reason a man turned pack

I can teach you to rap, I can teach you to trap (Oi)

I can teach you to take this hand ting apart

Clean up and grease this mash

Been ten years in this ting and I still feel young

I swear it's just mad (Mad)

Been ten years and guys have nothing to show

I swear it's just sad (Bruh)

We're the reason a man turned pack

Swing this fifteen inch

Twenty-two inch, yeah, I call that a Zeddy

Won't stop till I see some fleshy (Splash)

Skat skat still tryna take man's breathy (Splash)

Got Luger bells on deck

True say I need some bells for the speshy (Uh-uh)

If I dig out your plaits, man ruin your hat

Now your headback's messy

If I went to jail, would these fans still love me? (Would they?)

If I give this sweet one a yute

In five years time, would this ting just rub me?

Going hard till my family's comfy

My bro done an M and then dipped out the country

Told bae bae "Please don't judge me

The route that I came is a whole leap of fuckeries"

Look

Opps get turned into skunk weed

Man talked tough, then he died, unlucky

Ride, ride, fling that brucky

Snoop done a drill, tryna go for the kill

But he got unlucky

We're still tryna get them puppies

I just bought me a rusty spinner

If I pull up and slap this trigger

These hollow tip bells will khalas your ****

I can teach you to rap, I can teach you to trap

I can teach you to take this hand ting apart

Clean up and grease this mash (Oi)

Been ten years in this ting and I still feel young

I swear it's just mad (Oi)

Been ten years and guys have nothing to show

I swear it's just sad (Bruh)

We're the reason a man turned pack

I can teach you to rap, I can teach you to trap

I can teach you to take this hand ting apart

Clean up and grease this mash

Been ten years in this ting and I still feel young

I swear it's just mad (Oi oi)

Been ten years and guys have nothing to show

I swear it's just sad (Washed)

We're the reason a man turned pack

Literally, man

(Scratch mixed it)

Man's done it, been there, done that

'Llow that