Uh, they think they got one up on us
Don't trust bitches, out all my dargs, there's some I can trust (haha)
They think they got one up on us (that's what they think)
Got PTSD, nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us (baow, baow, baow) (Lekaa Beats)
The fake do a good job blending in with the real these days but I still tell the difference
Realness get recognition, I recognise that from a distance, see it from far (qway)
Bare ANPR, told bro, "Beg you don't smoke weed in the car" ('llow it)
It feels good to see me in the charts, I used to hit shots, sell rock and link in parks (alright)
You been warned, I'll ring the alarm, they talk 'bout the trap, they ain't been in it once
YG got the trench coat on, it's black and long like a Christian nun
Tryna locate me a new plate, I don't put trust in vintage guns
Stop whinging and go get some money, what's wrong with these self-inflicted bums? (Alright)
For my livelihood, push white in my hood, but I don't recommend it, there's no longevity
"Central, don't forget me", money don't make me lose my memory
A2Anti, do man badly, do that gladly (baow, baow, baow)
I treat every day like a Monday morning, I treat every month like a January
Uh, they think they got one up on us
D.T.B, I don't trust bitches
Out all my dargs, there's some I can trust
Won't even lie, I got PTSD
Nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us
I left home when I was 14
YJ was ten and the man of the house
We go from babies straight to men
Get some money, relive your childhood, shawty think that I'm childish (why?)
Tryna pull down my trousers, rip man out of my Calvin's (Kleins)
Outta sight, outta mind, we ain't gotta jump out this ride
Unwind the window, keep it simple, try hit man off his mountain bike (shh)
Link up with the ganja farmer, cuttin' down plants, no agriculture
Leave it to God, we don't practice Obeah, plan it correct, we gon' catch him (ha)
I can't go broke, that's a no-no, can't fall off, that's awkward (awks)
My chain cost £60,000, cool, that's a club performance (alright)
I don't like braggin', I'm a lowlife, but I like high fashion
Amiri denim, it cost an arm and a leg and the jeans still saggin'
Bro's still chingin', bro's still trappin', yingin' and yangin', I need more balance
Baby, I just wanna fuck, I'm sorry, I don't wanna meet your parents
Uh, they think they got one up on us
D.T.B, I don't trust bitches
Out all my dargs, there's some I can trust
Won't even lie, I got PTSD
Nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us
I left home when I was 14
YJ was ten and the man of the house
We go from babies straight to men
Uh, they think they got one up on us
D.T.B, I don't trust bitches
Out all my dargs, there's some I can trust
Won't even lie, I got PTSD
Nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us
I left home when I was 14
YJ was ten and the man of the house
We go from babies straight to men