What We Did

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Best be ready, it's fight or flight If your legs be jelly, might not survive Left scenes messy, love that kind of ride When we step, we cheffy, or it's bine that flies Tired of tryin', but, need their death So it's me that attempts, or I'll try supply I'm the type of guy to speak with chest Bleed for my set, go slide for mine Free Stally he was tryna fly them pebs Free Crashy he just love to fire at them Free Dezzy D, love the dings to drivе or ped Free MTrappo, Free Chunkz, two violent men Hopе Smokes comes home and finds his steps Weren't a year out and he's doin' some time again Got me like I got him, do up anyone I'm against Free YB, he's just doin' his final bend Drug cases, bucked paigons or hittin' licks These the reasons why my people doin' prison stints Nuff machines, nuff badeens Might bring a stick with me to go hit a chick [Pre-Chorus] Shit's ments, best you don't lack on the pavement 'Cause this test will have you in the grave not get graded Get bread and then push that paper on trainers Select creps, push out to estates and then lace them [Chorus] Be ready, they gon' turn you off, you're not lucky Can't leave any, when we see the opps it gets ugly Scheme belly's then we rob for the money Bad B's on me and the cops wanna cuff me Be ready, they gon' turn you off, you're not lucky Can't leave any, when we see the opps it gets ugly Scheme belly's then we rob for the money Bad B's on me and the cops wanna cuff me [Verse 2] That's how it goes, you never know, you can't plan the roads Yeah it's trappin', feds bag, take what you have to show I ain't lackin' Them man seem on with gang, on nothin' when they stand alone Dank cannabis is like a man's cologne Shank on the hip, had them on their toes Now it's hands on the stick when we scan their zones He got blammed but he lived, I wish he hadn't coped Free A, man, been a minute since we had him home Free S, they try and claim that he handle smokes Free Smizz was in tizz, feds say he ran the phone Jim's free, he got a bid for a big bag of cro Junz free, had to sit for a shit and a shave 'Cause he had a blade, imagine if he had a pole Free B Boy, still sad that it's a bad result Sayin' do the rappin' ting, he wanna hear the gangs at shows I know there's feds on my tail Want me in the pen, rottin' in the bin, goin' stealth From the outside lookin' in, they must think my head isn't well 'Cause I still do what they done when it's put most my friends in jail [Pre-Chorus] Shit's ments, best you don't lose on the curbside 'Cause this skeng will have my view of you lookin' bird's eye Quick step, we do what we do and then burn ties Don't intend to leave any proof when it's lurk time [Chorus] Be ready, they gon' turn you off, you're not lucky Can't leave any, when we see the opps it gets ugly Scheme belly's then we rob for the money Bad B's on me and the cops wanna cuff me Be ready, they gon' turn you off, you're not lucky Can't leave any, when we see the opps it gets ugly Scheme belly's then we rob for the money Bad B's on me and the cops wanna cuff me