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YEAH When I was 15 I had visions hitting the big screen Had big dreams rippin the mic up no bisping I’m in a foreign they snorin on antihistamine I Had to do this for the N, That’s forever N-ME And they forever envy And there’s forever plenty Waiting to see us fall You’ll be forever waiting You hating suckas need to get yourself an occupation The same suckers that see me and want their photo taken Haha Do it for my gs who never made it dis is we how we livin Hands up for enterprise Dey took back up out the ditches Im back! We slip slidin here on the Southside got my street style from Woodridge to Northside If it’s poppin ima drop in and take all the profits If i ain’t tattin at geeba street I’m at heather street dodgin coppers Like Shaun to the break a dawn got my bruva Stallyon Ride or die for no money!!! Wood to the World!!!! Songtexte I’m trynna switch up from the trappin to the music, Stack up in the bank it’s God I thank for bein hood rich, Put on for my city from the field straight out to Woodridge, Check the resume I really do this, Never switch on the crew I’ve been putting in work O.T with my broski Man we come from the dirt From the gutter Me and my brother Done made this shit work These days it’s easy for me to sell a bag Then write a verse Gotta put this music first This shit ain’t new to me . Nah There ain’t no fool in me bra I ain’t that famous my bah But you can google me Still don’t know who I can trust Tell em I’m ready to bust I got my tool still Hot up in the stu I keep my cool I took my tool into the booth and let it clap, And if I’m rollin thru your hood just know I’m rollin wit the strap, Let it off now, this that 41, What ya sayin seh me na boss ia, make ot bounce up I’m trynna switch up from the trappin to the music, Stack up in the bank it’s God I thank for bein hood rich, Put on for my city from the field straight out to Woodridge, Check the resume I really do this, Never switch on the crew I’m trynna switch up from the trappin to the music, Stack up in the bank it’s God I thank for bein hood rich, Put on for my city from the field straight out to Woodridge, Check the resume I really do this, Never switch on the crew Ugh I can’t struggle no more I grew up round pulling cars and n***** kicking your door Feds come we out the window ain’t no get on the floor Plug calling up my phone it’s time to get me load Now wrist froze so is the clement And everytime a n**** slide it’s perfect timing It’s hard to cover all this pain with all these diamonds They gotta stop wit all the cap and all the hiding we know them boys ain’t sliding Everyday I’m being patient minimum talk I’m too evasive and if your fakin soldier when Im right up in your face bitch, Dey hate dis cause I’m knockin em down without a payslip ain’t safe round me if you throwin shade shit, holdup minute of silence for all deez Westside folders step on ma toes now it’s never gunna be over, when you decide da show up I’m with ma famili comin around to let dis ***** off I’m trynna switch up from the trappin to the music, Stack up in the bank it’s God I thank for bein hood rich, Put on for my city from the field straight out to Woodridge, Check the resume I really do this, Never switch on the crew Yeah You already know what it is Logan City Baby Stand up This that NME Fam We stay shinin like that HA HA Aus Songtexte Mania