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This is a Melo beat
Moneyevery on the track
.386 tryna hit mans head, I don't even do MMA
How many times gang do it all bait? Pigs tryna put the greens on to LA
And they flew man down to a vet, couple these dogs from some of these cats
Jump out gang, swinging this mop, if not, mans still tryna do it with shank
Back hand grip with my black blade, how many times have I made man plank?
Opp boys see me in the flesh and I swam ’em just cah their attitude stank
Still tell the young ones stay in school but I'm still out 'ere spotting drills, it’s mad
Moneyevery on the track
.386 tryna hit mans head, I don't even do MMA
How many times gang do it all bait? Pigs tryna put the greens on to LA
And they flew man down to a vet, couple these dogs from some of these cats
Jump out gang, swinging this mop, if not, mans still tryna do it with shank
Back hand grip with my black blade, how many times have I made man plank?
Opp boys see me in the flesh and I swam ’em just cah their attitude stank
Still tell the young ones stay in school but I'm still out 'ere spotting drills, it’s mad
Bro just scored, always firing, even started [?]
If I ain't score, I assist like Gerrard [?] down this flank
How Trident still on man and all of these bad B's still on man?
I already do this live in the streets, we ain't gotta do it on 'gram
Bro got sentenced, I told him "ride this pigeon", do it and land
How's Trident still on man and all of these bad B's still on man?
Went jail, touched road, got fans and all now they're claiming they’re still on gang
Five years ago, tryna turn man am’ even though we had am'
Four door, catching feels with gang, semi-automatic drill on man
How’s Trident still on man and all of these bad B's still on man?
Went jail, touched road, got fans and all now they're claiming they're still on gang
Five years ago, tryna turn man am’ even though we had am'
Four door, catching feels with gang, semi-automatic drill on man
Spent five bills on a sawn off dots, can't complain, that's cheap and chearful
Passenger side of my best friend's ride, tryna aim at the side of the vehicle
I don't wanna miss, tell bro "slow down, be careful"
From a young boy like NBA, been tryna score points, no air balls
Been in the field in Tottenham since that kit was made by Kappa Trident had me in jail while you was getting turfed by girls in Nappa
Probation got me on license, told me I'm violent, talking 'bout mapper
I don't about them things there, last time I checked, I'm just a rapper
Got the drop I was wanted by feds, they were onto me and my guys
So I just went on the run, like Jay Z and his wife
Got nicked for a skeng and an AM, no evidence at the scene of the crime
Hit that interview room and I say "no comment", I don't need legal advice
How's Trident still on man and all of these bad B's still on man?
Went jail, touched road, got fans and all now they're claiming they're still on gang
Five years ago, tryna turn man am' even though we had am'
Four door, catching feels with gang, semi-automatic drill on man
How's Trident still on man and all of these bad B's still on man?
Went jail, touched road, got fans and all now they're claiming they're still on gang
Five years ago, tryna turn man am' even though we had am'
Four door, catching feels with gang, semi-automatic drill on man
If I ain't score, I assist like Gerrard [?] down this flank
How Trident still on man and all of these bad B's still on man?
I already do this live in the streets, we ain't gotta do it on 'gram
Bro got sentenced, I told him "ride this pigeon", do it and land
How's Trident still on man and all of these bad B's still on man?
Went jail, touched road, got fans and all now they're claiming they’re still on gang
Five years ago, tryna turn man am’ even though we had am'
Four door, catching feels with gang, semi-automatic drill on man
How’s Trident still on man and all of these bad B's still on man?
Went jail, touched road, got fans and all now they're claiming they're still on gang
Five years ago, tryna turn man am’ even though we had am'
Four door, catching feels with gang, semi-automatic drill on man
Spent five bills on a sawn off dots, can't complain, that's cheap and chearful
Passenger side of my best friend's ride, tryna aim at the side of the vehicle
I don't wanna miss, tell bro "slow down, be careful"
From a young boy like NBA, been tryna score points, no air balls
Been in the field in Tottenham since that kit was made by Kappa Trident had me in jail while you was getting turfed by girls in Nappa
Probation got me on license, told me I'm violent, talking 'bout mapper
I don't about them things there, last time I checked, I'm just a rapper
Got the drop I was wanted by feds, they were onto me and my guys
So I just went on the run, like Jay Z and his wife
Got nicked for a skeng and an AM, no evidence at the scene of the crime
Hit that interview room and I say "no comment", I don't need legal advice
How's Trident still on man and all of these bad B's still on man?
Went jail, touched road, got fans and all now they're claiming they're still on gang
Five years ago, tryna turn man am' even though we had am'
Four door, catching feels with gang, semi-automatic drill on man
How's Trident still on man and all of these bad B's still on man?
Went jail, touched road, got fans and all now they're claiming they're still on gang
Five years ago, tryna turn man am' even though we had am'
Four door, catching feels with gang, semi-automatic drill on man
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