Looking in the mirror, contemplating on the maddest thoughts Sitting with the bruddas, conversating on the saddest talks Missing our main man, funny as hell, gully as hell I got a little life glory story to tell Kids of the streets of Manny chilling with some snakes So we cut them out, and started moving with eachother for the sake of being family and winning And gaining a rep, and taking a step Ready to get many in and taking a breath For the reason the money got us mobbing, robbing, harming the random man Got us walking, rollin' hard in the streets as part of the mandem plan Moving, mad cruising past putin fast if you try with the mandem fam Zooming, past prove him, last moving, fast one love to the fandem man Chilling while we gettin' high, realeasing all the stress and high Promotely young, but for my age I'll tell you what the stress is like Different day, same shit, I'm living up a messy life In my bed, thinking what you know about them heavy nights I remember after school my brudda got into some beef So we went to his school, got us punching knocking out his teeth Now my brudda moved, out the ends we miss him like no brother Soon link, Back home I laughed to my brother Never signed to a dodgy label No devils cos I'm guided by the lovely angel We'll never make contact back So management, take your dirty contract back Cos you got no name, your so lame, I'm so strange with cold pain Flammable like propane, fly like its so plane, stuck up in this cold game, happy when my bro came, stuck up in this cold rain, no regrets and no shame Fire up with no flame, always up on both lanes Family on my case, friends steppin' on my lace but I just keep face, and tell them that its okay You feel a little burnt, in your mouth, like its Colgate You might keep it there in the jacket darg So we keep it on a D-low or a (Matted car?) So we tryna make our P grow ike we're stacking farms And were making our P's blow if there attacking ours Look, I tell your bitch come and climb with me If you got the best food you get the money, Come dine with me Days are getting shit I wish I could go back to primary Back then, no beef, everyone was live with me Arrival of the sickest yeah I'm puttin' it on G's And I'm vital for these bitches and I got it in my sleeve It's the title of the wicked, yeah I'm tryna be on P's It's survival of the fittest, like my brudda Don Greaze So let me go down on the beat Resting is a myth now so when I'm dead I'll sleep Promises and promises, I don't know which ones I should keep The games like Halloween, it's always like Trick or Treat Imma make it, I hope my bruddas make it too They don't understand the levels that I'm tryna take it to I told my haters keep on hating I'll be famous so face it, allow me darg, all I'm tryna do is come and break it through In the air, reaching for the goal like a slam dunk I ain't gonna lie and say that I'm a killer But I know couple bruddas that will leave blood, Tampon Quiet on your own, but you're hyped when your man comes
Realist tracks get the lowest views but when you listen to his shit tracks coming out now a days he's doing numbers whilst talkin bout irrelevant stuff and a bag of auto tune. Can't stand this world
