Helicoptaz

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Straight out of the gutter Where train tracks run through the cutter My new chick's cool, but her uncle's a nutter Nike Air kicks, I got hundreds for summer I don't fair pricks I've been beefing for years Seen a boy get smoked like shisha, I swear Enemies wanna see me disappear It's all nuts in my hood Knives and guns in my hood Do dirt, get funds in my hood Get 'em down, we don't care 'bout mums in my hood Devil's on my back Travel through the streets, tryna build my stacks And I get the chicks gassed 'cause I pull up in a Range, you don't know about that [Hook] On the pavement Niggas ain't on my wavelength Hustler vision, I break bread With the lions, bears and the apes-dem In the trenches I'm feeling stuck, but you never see me running out of luck Concrete, where the shots buss, nee-nor helicopters Nee-nor helicopters [Verse 2] Shit's real in my area code Now you think you're street, and I hear ya bro It's peak when the gun squad clear your home And it's peak when the guns start tearing clothes Act like you don't care the most In fact, act like you're prepared for smoke My block's where they're sharing loads Nee-nor nee-nor, bare patrol And I'm loving it too Stash house got bud in it too Bitch loving the crew, and she got me excited, I'm loving it too I'm on the street like Mike Skinner, I'm that hype nigga, but I'm laid back One call for a live spinner, the favela's popping every day ah [Hook] On the pavement Niggas ain't on my wavelength Hustler vision, I break bread With the lions, bears and the apes-dem In the trenches I'm feeling stuck, but you never see me running out of luck Concrete, where the shots buss, nee-nor helicopters Nee-nor helicopters, nee-nor helicopters, nee-nor helicopters [Verse 3] Spent every single summer in the ghetto with the rats from the south to the east I ain't peddling crack, I roll cocaine shots up in wraps Live long enough to see me play villain Shotters make 30 and think that they're winning Spend money on the fast life and living Go [?] back to beginning, look I don't wanna be 30 Chatting 'bout how I had vision and ism and schism Rolex on my wrist, you couldn't cheef me like Wiggum Looking like the Black Panther in my black tracksuit and I'm ready for anything Ready to ride And your girlfriend's ready to slide [Hook] On the pavement Niggas ain't on my wavelength Hustler vision, I break bread With the lions, bears and the apes-dem In the trenches I'm feeling stuck, but you never see me running out of luck Concrete, where the shots buss, nee-nor helicopters Nee-nor helicopters, nee-nor helicopters