One Mic

Lyrics

[Intro] (Rah that RJay on the track) Bro-broski told me, "Hell I'm back" [Verse] Broski told me, "Hell I'm back with shit you've never seen" Bitches call us Pablo, got the strip like Medellin From young selling wraps to these fiends Started rapping in these streets No, trust me I ain't trapping in these streets My n*ggas too active on these streets Little bumpy on the beat, little n*gga clap the wap so discret You wouldn't know it's him and deffo wouldn't know it's me Crack pot going crazy, no I couldn't even breathe I smoke loud since a youngin, just a trauma trouble kid All that shit they say thеy did but them brothers nevеr did Cause I was on the strip when I didn't have shit Man them n*ggas never rid and ain't never licked the brick [?] got a yute man you gotta look after your kid Boy it is what it is, this is life on the bits Ever felt so low like your life ain't worth shit I'm really from the dead [?], puttin in the dirt shifts If it's that then it's that, trust me we stay mashing packs Nuttin' that I rap is cap, can't stop I won't relax Until I'm counting millies catch me jugging for [?] [?], come too hot and I'll be honest that's a fact Jakes on my case and I got askar on my back But we gotta take that risk so we really serving cats Make sure when I arrive you're the at bottom of your flat Cah it's 5 PM, I'm locking off, ain't coming back Look into my soul you see the fire in my eyes Demon in the dark and I got pain that's in disguise They always asking "Zino how did you make it out alive?" I licked a brizzy of that flizzy and sent it to my guy I'm just trynna make this money rain triple multiply Cali packs like Mist I'm feeling way too high And I don't know why bro died but I just blame his pride Different occasions done it numerous times Fuck the rumours they just humorous lies I'm in this Lambo trynna cruise in the night I done so much wrong think I would lose the light But I just keep on jugging never run out of sight I keep on running my runner out of time But we won't run out of cats Them n*ggas run out of lies, these bruddas gripping their shanks Me I'm gripping my 9, and ask my broski man I'm riding for mine These bruddas capping they ain't gripping the bine No way...