Lyrics

This is for the street vendors, g bangers and real gangsters Sweeping pretenders, money spenders driving costly engines Peep all the anger, creepin up like cancer Ain't no harassers, i'm he who knows the answers Thats why nobody try to play us, our skins got thicker layers We got multiple haters, they tryna explain us But we dont give a fuck suckas think they dangerous We just attaining our succes, you like the flying dutchman Cum in a cum cast looking ass, you won't reach your goal in the long pass Nobody told yo ass but if i ain't first then im not last Me and my homies go loud, this whole city going down Staring through thе window like whats gon happen now Unbeliеvable people walking around with prices on their head But not here, a lot of motherfuckers take the chance You paid in advance now you lost 1 day of your 9-5 bread We been on the concrete outside, you know we ride Ain't nobody gon win this fight, you know this right So we on the roll getting high, all day and night At the end of this road we all die, we all gon fly You ain't welcome in this Belgium city we claim Face it a no is a no or you leaving with stains Stuff it deep in their brains we got stuff to ease pain Take that shit in yo veins you won't feel as the same Will you kick off on fame will you handle the game I swear these thoughts can't be sane i see them swerve in their lane You get yaghts golf carts and Padron cigars We get put behind bars, running through alleys and parks You see light reflect but ain't no reflection from the dark Only going against the law if we really get caught No need to know more no need to sweat it I really picked my poison already Mixed it with some other shit i roll it steady No idea where im going cause im hardheaded The blunts heavy, this chronic you can't have it See me rolling in a impala 63 chevy, a dream you can't even have it We been on the concrete outside, you know we ride Ain't nobody gon win this fight, you know this right So we on the roll getting high, all day and night At the end of this road we all die, we all gon fly Me and my homies want more, put that pedal to the floor Four fools on some dough, open them sliding doors Fill your cars and facade with some 9 parabellum holes 0,3 inch slugs hitting yo windows, better to stay indoors While we outside smoking indo, on the southside of a shithole Walk like a pimp for sure like i got a limb you know Ima keep on shining bright in these night times getting high This life ain't a movie homeboy better get it right We dont care who you be homie get out of our sight Get gunned down if you bringing knives to a fistfight Cop tried to test me came to yell in my face Stood my ground stayed staring in his soul then he walked away You see they got the uniform and they getting payed But whats a cop without balls gonna do in doggpound full of strays