I told Tormz, "I weather storms", like I'm Zeus or Poseidon

Got me angry, put my hood on, get me red and I'm riding

Pack landed down from LAX, it's money I'm piling

Put my runners on in summer, I've got infinite mileage

My phone encrypted, got me conversating packs with the pilot

Get them static ones gone and then get more in a hurry

Told my plug, "Just chuck the load and leave it with me, don't worry"

Tryna hit a clean move like I'm Lee Brahim Murray

Or like I'm Gusto Gaviria, my shooters coming from Syria

I see a ton in Almeria

I know you say your plug's good but my plugs are superior

We sending packs to Nigeria

Land a dozen pounds, brudda, spread the word like bacteria

Came up tryna play ball, instead, I ball in the T

I'm with the trappers, talking routes, I make the label for P's

I got my foot on their necks, I ain't letting them breathe

Me and bro was rolling dice, he put that shit on his sleeve

I'm putting fifty in this box and then I pray that it lands

I came up selling these grams, you **** stay on the Gram

I'm offing work like I'm Montana when he beefing with Frank

I'm doing sit-downs with a scammer so I'm bringing my shank

I talk logistics with the Spanish, they say, "Bueno, amigo"

I was running down that beach with a bag full of kilos

Put that shit on the trolley, send it ends with a reload

Me and Torm ain't gonna make it cah we came up from zero, it's Cash

I was only fifteen when I moved out the crib

I was only fifteen, first time I blew shit down with a stick

Yo, these are big dreams, ain't talking moving outta the bits

Or Chrome Heart ripped jeans, another six quid on my hip

But this one kills dreams, I hold my block up like a steel beam

On the landing but it's still Gucci sliders and still Celine

There's no burn this week but there's still some green

I gotta write this shit in such a way that they feel and see it

I been knowing I'm supposed to do this shit and I still believe it

Even if I gotta wait for this blessing, I'll still receive it

Shoulda never gave that bitch a baby, I knew she was trash

Scully told me, "Hold that little change, bro, you're doing the dash"

I ain't the one, I don't know who they thought they was playing with

I ain't about to be up on the landing explaining shit

There ain't no way people say I should be in here

'Cause I broke a thirty-two inch TV and a chair

Fuck it, I'm on the run, I hit my boy Ozz like, "Let's get it done"

That's little bro like mum had another son

Never let these people make you feel like you can't, bro

I'm OTR but the convoys still look like a car show

Life darker than charcoal, my ****, I just want that P like Marlow

Cold game, cold streets, my heart froze

And I don't know if I'ma be back before winter

They say, "Life's a game", if so then I'm having a stinker

Half a mill in cars on the strip, just T and OZ

Smoking Cali like we're in LA, just trolling the feds