Fuark i remember blasting this shit while i was fuckeyed on the pip walking the streets wanting trouble, hard times are gone sober now but the hard songs still pumping 100% love it
Real talk..huge part of the 'soundtrack' to my life as well..always be part of me no matter how much time passes.Take me out the hood can't take the hood outta me..lowlife scumbag no good I'm proud ta be..madd respect 🫶
It’s all black when I think back Now I’m dressed all black where the things at Vaseline, the bricks and the cling wrap I’ma move state if the plug try ring back Break down these quarters like kit kats Reporting daily, I’m going back Stuck up in the cell, where my kids at I gotta man up cause I owe em that My fam never know where I been lad Stuck up with the crabs in the bucket I been trapped Cats get tough with a gun but they dumb like they don’t know half of my homies have been strapped Free Merks Shoutout to the TRAPRUNNERS I was raised this way n my dad done it Brain numb from the shit that I seen on these streets Now my heart only beats to the jacks coming Back to the flats gotta grab something, Over and over again Nobody knows where I go when I’m out on my own but they won’t see me broken again I don’t hear shit, no ears, chopper read Goulburn girls they still doing drops for me When I walk the street there’s no rock on me Cause the cops on my block always stopping me They probably try knocking me Tell cats that I died in a robbery But trust me Nobody want the beef Me and Juga ta come to ya fucking street
And spinner got the spinner aye, 45 Baretta kid'll hit you like a dinner plate, me and dude still rack from David Jones cause' we'd rather save dough for our kids to take.
