Lyrics

[Verse 1] Never been a pushover, push yola Take a look closer, this the rise of the foot soldier Them big talkers never give orders Wrist water shining like Rich Porter Big Pakachino, that's an important name Top boy before Dushane Switch the drop toy, I'm feeling bored again Board a plane, land where it's warm today Grand on my shorts and shades, smoking California strains Why are rappers capping for? No one round you crashing corn, sold crack till the crack of dawn My pen game stupid, my Benz came ruthless Your friends ain't shooters Was taught if something's broke then fix it How you brokе and chilling, being hopeful wishing? Soldier listеn I'm tryna blow a million Had love for that brudda but that kid's disloyal My jewels on abroad and on British soil [Hook] Mob figures, got hittas Boss business, cloth different You're not with it, stop fibbing Squad winning, God willing Mob figures, got hittas Boss business, cloth different You're not with it, stop fibbing Squad winning, God willing [Verse 2] Asian don in Saint Laurent, my paper long Flow flames, cocaine, no games, I'm on, why you mad for? Different Rollies, listen closely, hear this cash talk, I can brag more This German's rare, make a person stare All this sauce makes the girls appear I want the curvy one with the curly hair You've done nothing with your life in thirty years All these industry nerds aware My team took setbacks, now the whole set's back Bread's stacked, you can't know where I rest my head at In a whole different bracket, my life story cinematic Movie scene, Gucci clean but it's Louis V usually Stupid P's on jewellery, what you gonna do for me? If you love me then shoot for free No snakes around, just Medusas please [Hook] Mob figures, got hittas Boss business, cloth different You're not with it, stop fibbing Squad winning, God willing Mob figures, got hittas Boss business, cloth different You're not with it, stop fibbing Squad winning, God willing