Lyrics

[Intro] What can I say? All I know is pain Man's been out here, still out here It's just a different page though Now we're tryna get a different payroll But you know seh man's a real genna So I've got the bruddas that'll click when I say so [Verse] You ain't ever had that pain You ever seen your brudda die right there? That pain You ever had a nightmare cause you clapped Wayne? You ever pulled up right there? Made the MAC rain? Ever beat the dotty till you started getting back pain? Before jail I already had a kettle and a fat chain I already had a bruck with a mad aim I already ran a block through a mad phase I already had a box of that mad 'caine Sitting in the trap with the cats, know the rap name I'm either jacking up or blowing out the black flame Coming short with them dead fivers and that damp change And you don't know about them hard times My brudda took five to his head, that was a dark night It's mad how they found a brudda dead by the park slide I just pray he doesn't get punished for his past life And I lead the road alone before it's my depart time Never hear I sold my soul and end up on the dark side Any man that's gonna halt the way I give 'em carbine Big whip, if you see me whipping then the car's mine Big brick, when you see me whipping, whipping half nines Hand on the nine, holding six like it's half nine When I'm on the pitch I'm on the field like I'm Carmine Free Max, overnight shells, hella bark times Then I'm driving through the late night, tryna get my papes right Drive past an opp, look back and see his brake lights New bruddas actors, why the fuck you getting stage fright? Ever seen a gun barrel spin round? Standing with the rifle in the garden like Jim Brown When the war's done I'll never put my ting down All I do is jump out, bark it and spin round You ain't a gun man so why you want a strap for? Why are all these nerdy rappers acting like they're bad for? Hiding in the booth, I'll start bussing through the backdoor All I do is press a button, really tryna header suttin Spesh or the fifth, either way it's a hefty suttin Make your metre stick like I'm tryna measure suttin Liner hanging out the chopper like I'm tryna rescue suttin I don't wanna be a robber, just wanna invest in suttin But I robbed two boxes of veg, no ripe bammy Tell them bruddas like America, that's my ammy