It sounds like Nyge
Can't stitch man up, man's so with it
Can't walk in my shoes 'cah everything I do got soul in it
Ls and Ws, man, roll with it
Old friends think man's blown, innit
When they see us in the city, man's flown in it
Everything I do, man's owning it
Everything I do, man's owning it
Everything I do, man's owning it
Who's that there? That's bro with it
Even when it's too hot, man's cold with it
Take it to the top, I got no limits
Talk 'bout numbers, I show digits (Aw)
I get Ps from my hooks like I sold fishes
Hate feelin' sad when your bro's missing
Try ting, get ex on my old missus (Aw)
They don't want a war, man, they know we take no disses
Still got man's gyal tryna blow kisses
They heard that I got a good thing that focuses
From the bottom to the top, man blows the biz
Outspoken, I get dough from an invoice (Trust)
MTP, can't roll with the big boys (MTP)
Tuning my sick Royce, due for a mortgage
Paigons have been void, move with the caution (Brap, brap, brap)
Tryna get my portion, they don't want to hear man
I came out that distortion
And we do it with ease, there's no forcing (Trust)
Can't stitch man up, man's so with it
Can't walk in my shoes 'cah everything I do got soul in it
Ls and Ws, man, roll with it
Old friends think man's blown, innit
When they see us in the city, man's flown in it
Everything I do, man's owning it
Everything I do, man's owning it
Everything I do, man's owning it
Who's that there? That's bro with it
Even when it's too hot, man's cold with it
Take it to the top, I got no limits
Uh, you can't roll with bros
Had neeky yutes and these hoes on toes
I was rock-rollin' like the Rolling Stones
Can't say I'm too proud of the role I chose (I can't)
Flip the script, now roll at home
Billin' up a hash one in the gown, I'm grown (Truth)
Still fuck with the plug, got two phones (Ring)
Still hit two hots in the town, no loans
With the same bros, not same hoes
On the same team, so we shoot for the same goals (Brap)
I got flame thrower you can take home
Probably took already but that's just how the game hoes (Trust)
I'm tryna lay low on the main road
Tell the feds I'm a angel, I need a halo (Uh)
Fuck a bae, but I need a JLo
With a big back, intact, on the payroll (Big back)
Can't stitch man up, man's so with it
Can't walk in my shoes 'cah everything I do got soul in it
Ls and Ws, man, roll with it
Old friends think man's blown, innit
When they see us in the city, man's flown in it