Mad About Bars - S5-E13, Pt.2

Lyrics

[Verse] Look I'm steppin' through hell, and I ain't been jail Couple cases pendin' can you ever dodge a L? Can't ever fail myself I told my mummy that as well Boy dem on my tail, and shit is gettin' risky 90 in a 50 let me strap up my belt and let me strap up this zoot Put my guys in them cells, and I'm stuck behind these scales grind for a better health If I wrap up this food, that's free grub off the shelf And the dry flies itself Hammers filled with nails If them drillers dem slide, that's your block left with shells Gotta mind what I say, cos guys sing like Pharrell From young I wasn't missin' sales, no joke like Chapelle They wanna hear more from Jimmy, at times it's sticky If you're from the streets then you'll get me Can't leave my yard empty handed, so I got it with me Most my bruddas grinders, like my nigga - Look, riot vans everywhere, why can't they leave I? Been trapped off on Levi's it's crazy up in these sides I see food like a seaside stay charged up like V9 Best stick to the retail you ain't come up from a hard life Now I'm parked up on this side road, cah this plug is never on time I could get it on tops With this bread in the glovebox I run it up and I ain't got no cunch line Feds control the cams, just like the Watch Dogs Probably the drug squad, me I've had some tough luck Life ain't sweet like puff puff, gotta stay on job for my block where there's no love I'm stuck with this grub, built this phone from the mud On my block from the jump, they told me stick to the rap Even if I don't, it's controlled by the tugs If the crop squad hear you got crops they runnin' up I can get conned cos I got credit And if you're not my guy, I might just tek it Do the race like athletics wrap it up like it's a present Then it's out on the market, probably gone by eleven Can't sit on narcotics could get hit with the sentence The strip's horrendous, grab a pack and it's stretchin' Get a pack and it's gone Make a quick beverage, don't get my boy mad, that brudda short tempered I was young and I was senseless spendin' jack d's in seconds I weren't savin' it I'd rather just play with it And if I'm in the dance, know I got my shaver in Young boy might shaver him, or let it rain on him Coke and some Henny bad one tryna tempt me Left broski with the celly ring me before you empty He stays active on his pushy All the guys are active like they should be