thinking where to start this
in the bricks for years
home is where the heart is
on my knees for days
stressing and i need to pray
let the devil know i'll never be a target
pray to that
sinning but i pray salah
if you ever done me dirty you can't take it back
pissed i lost 80 bags
but i'll know i'll make it back
tried to pay for my brothers bell
i don't pay for tax
gliding on my comrades
i'd rather die with them
i ain't sliding out in combat
fuck these little labels and there dirty little contracts
fuck the word brother
just muma in my contacts
g
g
for life i'm go getting brothers talk bad
money quite like my phone settings
if it weren't for my only son
i'd be the best man in my own wedding
i got love for you
doesn't mean i trust man
100 pellets in my shotty we don't bust blanks
what's a burner no cartridge?
what's a label no artist?
what's aladdin no carpet?
nada
my brother's mad busy but he knows the plan
he don't roll my shows but he'll roll to bang
its only love i show to fans
stop complaining
how you broke brother
grab a own slang
free my brothers riding life sentences
i don't know much about percentages
but i know this industry's fake blud
like 95 percent of it
on my meek mill feeling to expose yah
or even better
stick you up like a poster
these man impostor's
dirty as a vulture
they do it for the money not the culture
is that real
i'm in the flats still
mums still a g
always show me her back heels
you don't know how that feels
i've been on the roads
getting new comers
your nothing on the road but a new comer
paper chasing that's for certain
roll with burners that a german
if you want me then it's curtains
i got pain that i'm firming
hella bitches that i'm curving
and i'll still rather sign to my son before virgin
it's dirty