Next Up?

Lyrics

Part 1 [Intro] You know how I stayed alive this long? All these years? Fear The spectacle of fearsome acts Somebody steals from me, I cut off his hands He offends me, I cut out his tongue He rises against me, I cut off his head, stick it on a pike, raise it high up so all on the streets can see That's what preserves the order of things, fear [Verse] Me and S, that's a two man step And if you don't think we're patterned, we both got gloves That's De Gea and Cech How many mans been splashed and vexed They ain't put hands on skengs, they're wet Shotgun long or short, it's still on the back of the PCX All now it don't make no sense Them man tried lurk one time, man crashed, and they ain't ever been back again Only God knows, wagwan for them TA controlling the dinger, me in the passy, it's looking all ments You can't afford to get cheffed on the mains, rudeboy you're looking at death Bare man run when the suttin' gets rised, two L's like let's lurk twice Had nuff youts gone on the top, S did him dash on Larkhall Rise Mums life that spin ting hypes Me and gang when we're out on the ride Undies on to the kid, then the tighest spaces C1 hides I been on countless glides, and the feds dem can't name one I'd rather be in the T with grams dicing 1.1s Got sweet ones onto the gang, it's nuts Showing off breast and bums Do a drill then back to the slums I can't wait 'till I lock this one I put nuff stress on their head, I can't make marjay bury her son They know that we out with skengs on peds, dot dot ready to dump If you speak with your chest get slump Notorious hill get anyone bun, if you know then you know 'bout a Tulse Hill tug I ain't tryna leave man rubbed, splashed and chinged, that's your insides fucked Corn in the air, better watch your touch Man can tell me nuttin' 'bout them boy, them man ain't got nuttin' on us They say C1's next up, this is for Chak so I can't give up Ride on the other side, gangs too nuts It's only the bros man can trust, I still go shop where shh got touched Part 2 [Intro] So when you wake up in the morning, when do you first get out that?Soon as you put on your clothes, it's like putting your clothes on How you bend down to tie your shoe, how you go in the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth You leave the house without this, it's like, it's like you basically saying shit fuck my life [Verse] The beef is poppin' The suns all out so you know we gotta have these paigons dropping The last time I jumped off a 125, I had that opp boy dodging This is the start, no way I'm stopping She don't need rates to know that she's popping Bad bitch topping off gang, "oh I say" like my name's Dot Cotton Need me a Russian, more like a foreign Left hand curving shots like Robben I beef with the opp block active, niggas seein four wheels skrr and panic If there's juice on the Rambo, savage Every mans goal is to make nuff cabbage Still one eye closed when I slap this, LTH too gangish I do things and stuff with bro, every day we take a hundred risks I got tings doing snaps and pics, on my mums life I ain't into that shit Fuck the opps, they're neeks, they ain't on this riding ting The shotty size like one baby, a samurai sword same size as Slim 4 door swerving, got 3 man in the back with a bally and a 15 inch How can you run and leave your bro, that one there ain't a bredrin ting Washed up youts scream LTK and none of these man ain't ever done a thing I just laugh and I bill my spliff I'm with M tryna score on pricks Or I'm with P tryna mango split, headshots only the fuck is this You don't ever take no trips, 3 double 0 yeah I took that risk I've been with Caps and breeze on the streets Pull their pants, they dash and skeet Niggas are neeks, ain't seen what I've seen Niggas are rookies, ain't been what I've been Do they know round 'ere got a selection of waps Shanks on waist, big tings in bags If man could've got tru' the door that day, we wait for them to ride back 30 on the mains and not enough gas But we still got the 4 door packed Them man can't buy no waps, they're brass It's always a casualty thing like Sav [Outro] That'll go on your hip like you put your vest on Last thing you do is worry 'bout the police I'd rather do the 3 years in the penitentiary than life in the cemetery