Lyrics

[Verse] Yeah I need generational weath I ain't tryna keep it real to know I'm by myself I got lazy last night, slept with a Z of yay Another day waiting to blow, I hope the feds don't raid My boy I'm straight, I get the weight at a decent rate But I know that it's depression when I'm sleeping late They say I'm the realest UK rapper to date And I don't say shit, it's all on display Ask me "What's this tape?", I say "Just more pain" Plug asked me what I need, I say "Just more caine" All I need's this money, I don't need the fame Either way it's just good things when they speak my name Bro you know how I feel, sometimes I kept it too real Times I shoulda cut them off, gave that man another job Gave myself another cost, take it like a fucking boss Take a couple steps back, made lil bro just run the shop All this just a game, won't let it stress my brain My nigga M a team player, S been the same Get this money, raise our kids, this been the only aim But you know there's always someone wanna test your aim My little bro getting money now, we have to laugh For all the times I gave him headaches cah he made life hard I don't forget about no beef like I ain't played my part That's how niggas end up dead, boy that's a dangerous path I'm only playing real rap when I'm rolling round I need absolute silence breaking yola down Shawty like her R&B and her older sounds I don't really argue with her, she already know I'm down Every man need a woman that can hold him down Pick my forty-four up, tell shawty "Hold my crown" Every time I link my brother and he's feeling down There's smoke in the room but he ain't been rolling loud I gotta stick this thing out, I know it won't be easy A lotta folks don't wanna see me win, I'm way too greazy I can't listen to them raps, I swear it's way too cheesy I'm in here with two brizzies from the plug You know when the flake's all greasy? The game had me so vexed Fuck it though, I got some buj I'm bout to go get And buss it down like a Rolex Coldest rapper and they know it, haters want me to blow it Forty-four I'ma blow it and your bitch gonna blow it Time for drill, I'm a culprit, masked up before COVID I put food on the table, my nigga bloated Ask me what this tape is, I say "More facts" Don't know how we've been coping, it's just mad Hoping the neighbours don't know that this my stash Ask me what this tape is, I say "More fire" Little bro need more fire, them straps like work attire