Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Pak-Man & Shaker] This rap game's smoke and mirrors, really got smoke in dinners Trap game, no beginners, hella man broke and finished Hundred shots used to hug the block in the coldest winters I was blowing triggers now I'm blowing figures Girls blowing kisses while I'm blowing Skittles I'm so official, might blow the whistle This a hustle story; pain, struggle, glory You been hating on me but my main plug adore me Feel my style, been broke but it's been a while See that woman turn cat like Selina Kyle Wrist like the River Nile, we're coming like 'Kiss and Styles On a real I need a mill that I can give my child Hood style, need a big house with a swimming pool Fourteen I was in court, shoulda been in school Taking risks, getting paper quick like Ace and Mitch On my Shaker shit, uptown steak and chips [Verse 2 - Pak-Man] Fuck a basic bitch, I'm in the latest whips I ain't chilling round no rats, I've seen your statement snitch I was really round the flats about to make it rich Nuttin doesn't phase the kid, years I've had to wait for this My brothers are the realest in the city Got a bag of killers with me Once I'm done with this Patek imma grab a Richard Mille Now the stack's getting silly That's RM11 talk, I don't need to stress a whore I'd seen it all by twenty-four No money in my shoe box, broke like you was Now I'm spending bills on some new socks I need millions I can't count with my hands Building houses on land, big business figure how to expand Ten toes to Benzo's, whizzing round end crows And extend those, the clip's sticking out That's what I'm spitting bout, girls call me shallow [?] My LV done Alpo I could never rate a rat, my ex chick's saying take me back My next whip on a racing track Secure, no security Givency or Dior my tee, girls don't get bored of me Learned to cook me a brick before I bought prezzi Now look at my wrist, it ain't ordinary I'm more than ready, it's overdue Your time's expired, it's over soon [Verse 3 - Shaker] Time going, my mind going How many years can we do this shit? It's mind blowing All of your peers disappear but where my nine going? I had my burner in my bag when Man Utd had Michael Owen My young G's keep their nines on em And these bricks come from Belgium like Nainggolan All these pricks that can't sell them, they try rob em They're corrupted by jewellery just like Gollum Listen that ain't my problem, my hitta that's your problem I know people bringing dinners in in force bottoms Cat's got yay fever, I need more pollen I got more scores on me than a sports column I just hope my YG's love the hustle like me I'm connected and I'm killing shit like 5G In the kitchen with the fishes, they ain't Pisces Got more fishes in the dishes than the high seas And all of my plugs show me love, they wanna send me more Used to get rid of the shit and there'd be plenty more I used to send a hundred bricks and I'd be ready for If I ever left my kid I'd be forever poor I was going through some shit when I was twenty-four I went ghost on my bitch like she was Demi Moore Same time that I started drinking Henny raw Used to tell myself I couldn't do this anymore Fast-forward, '019 I'm in the UAE Went to go and see Khabib at the UFC There were six black back-to-back GMC's With the real money team, not TMT Got the hustle in my veins, hunger and the pain Trying to run the blocks like Sully and Dushane I hit blocks for quick shots like cameos Me and Pak like Dwight Yorke and Andy Cole