Pull up on your boy like, "That not a knife", yeah
This a knife, yeah, this a knife, yeah
Dundee with my shit but keep it quiet, yeah
Dundee with my shit but keep it quiet
If she bad, that ma type
Tip my Rickey in my Sprite
'Till I'm sick-y, 'til I'm high
'Till my mind feel like a kite, yeah, yeah
'Till my mind be feeling right, yeah, yeah
I ain't fight fair, jump out wit' like twenty goons, we kangaroo
Keep it tucked inside my pouch, I'm coming for your loot
I ain't ever need to pull, I ain't ever need to shoot
Put some iron in your ribs and get my bag then hit the route
If the coppers gimme chase, they gonna kill me on pursuit
Mix my molly with some poison, make my money from dilute
I ain't think about the consequence, my brain does not compute
I'm just trying change my continent and get myself a view
Who play like this, play like me, do this shit, I get the dream
They gonna bring it back and wish they had it when I'm finally there
They don't really know me, they don't really wanna fucking care
Every single moment that I make it, then they want it there
Like, oh no, I cannot play
Went away, made my money, you still counting your change
I remember younger days when we was tagging up trains
Now my luggage all tagged, then I'm flying on planes like-
Pull up on your boy like, "That not a knife," yeah
This a knife, yeah, this a knife, yeah
Dundee with my shit but keep it quiet, yeah
Dundee with my shit bud keep it quiet
If she bad, that's my type
Tip my Rickey in my Sprite
'Til I'm sick-y 'til I'm high
'Till my mind feel like a kite, yeah, yeah
'Till my mind be feeling right, yeah, yeah
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