Intro (Hurt Your Parents Feelings)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: ST] My young ting found that I rap Now  she's on snap, tryna play my verse I  only got love for the Lizzy Feeling like headie 'cause money come first(Money) My  broski just put a pack in pebs Now  he's in cunch in shirt(Tight jeans) Looking all formal Don't  get it twisted, he'll still mash works En route to the opp block Tell Lil bro come hold my line Just tell them go the same spot I'll  be back in time(Calm) Lurk round there, jump out the ride Let corn fly How many times we been round there? Numerous times How many times we've done man up And left no trace Trident onto the kid Truesay that my name holds weight Fuck the judge and courts, I can't catch me another case If I do circle and bussin cuffs 'til my hearing dates [Chorus: Dimzy] CIDs on my case They won't give me no space And I got too much hoes on my case They won't give me no space I'm working Even in my sleep, I'm working My eyes are closed but I still got paid I'm a businessman, i break bread with my niggas Every other day we're dividing cake Every other week mans tryna buy waps How do you think my man caught shots on his back 2 Ls Yeah you're under attack You twats go and get your strap And fly those packs Shells and traps We been doing map Got big sticks in the 6 We still slide round and double-tap [Verse 2: LD] I'm still pulling up, no messing I put this music ting aside any day for 1 of my bredrins We don't just talk it, we live it Man use every wap we mention Man taught these kids how to drill Still give a young boy a detention Still teach a young boy some manners Anytime we raise them spanners And I been good with the hammers Them days bro fly red bandanas 6.7 really do road We don't know nothing 'bout ropes And I still jeet that girl from them sides LD really do loads LD really do And the feds and the opp them know Young black man tryna progress Why the feds wanna lock my show? I was with M, Monkey, Loose, Tookie , and C Rose I ain't gotta talk, they know 3 in a row, shook [Chorus: Dimzy] CIDs on my case They won't give me no space And I got too much hoes on my case They won't give me no space I'm working Even in my sleep, I'm working My eyes are closed but i still got paid I'm a businessman, I break bread with my niggas Every other day we're dividing cake Every other week mans tryna buy waps How do you think my man caught shots on his back 2 Ls Yeah you're under attack You twats go and get your strap And fly those packs Shells and traps We been doing map Got big sticks in the 6 We still slide round and double-tap