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[Chorus] Me and bro had matching sticks We even stepped out in matching drip Me and my daughter got matching kicks Me and my girl got matching kicks My mum, my sister need a matching crib On the driveway with matching whips I don't really care about jewels and ice But I spend a few racks on a one ting-ting [Verse 1] Me and bros had matching knives We even pulled up on matching bikes Back then we had matching Nikes Pissed cos the jakes stole my favourite Nikes All the shit days were the coldest nights Big ass jackets, thе longest knives Got PTSD when thе feds rode by Get PTSD when they still ride by (Fuck) my young days, didn't know about waps My friend was an addict, study and buyin' My teenage days was wild as fuck Spinners and shotties and mountain bikes Then the 4-door trucks came in Bare skrrt-skrrt on Lambeth givin out bayern Offside, on-side, someone got tumble dried For my guys inside gettin' fried Bro got twenty-four years 'cause he scratched that guy 6-7 we're family tied What's that? Another rapper just died Right, I'm the grumpiest one, I'm the moodiest one And I'm just meeting this guy when I'm high Everyday I tell myself I gotta be patient All in due time [Chorus] Me and bro had matching sticks We even stepped out in matching drip Me and my daughter got matching kicks Me and my girl got matching kicks My mum, my sister need a matching crib On the driveway with matching whips I don't really care about jewels and ice But I spend a few racks on a one ting-ting Me and bro had matching sticks We even stepped out in matching drip Me and my daughter got matching kicks Me and my girl got matching kicks My mum, my sister need a matching crib On the driveway with matching whips I don't really care about jewels and ice But I spend a few racks on a one ting-ting [Verse 2] Me and the bros had matching spinners Numerous dots and things that glah' Punnet on bikes, peds and cars We gotta shave this down, we done arts and crafts On the pagans them, that's present and past Got heat in the bag man, they come like a floss I wear Fendi and Moncler and Canada Goose coats So I don't feel no draft Remember when I never had fifty pounds Now man's cuttin' up fifty thou Came a long way, tryna make a hundred pound Now I made me a hundred thou Got diamonds on my teeth so I'm forced to smile Pain in my heart so I'll force a smile For the guys in jail that are waiting on trials Coulda lost one trial but buss one trial [Chorus] Me and bro had matching sticks We even stepped out in matching drip Me and my daughter got matching kicks Me and my girl got matching kicks My mum, my sister need a matching crib On the driveway with matching whips I don't really care about jewels and ice But I spend a few racks on a one ting-ting Me and bro had matching sticks We even stepped out in matching drip Me and my daughter got matching kicks Me and my girl got matching kicks My mum, my sister need a matching crib On the driveway with matching whips I don't really care about jewels and ice But I spend a few racks on a one ting-ting