Yo
I can't hang
With a fucking rat
What the fuck is that
Let em hang
They can't run with man
Cause I'll run the laps
Not my mouth
Less I'm on the track
But I keep it fact
I don't chat
And I never cap
Them man love to gossip
Let it slap
Or for disrespect
Literally I'll slap
With the back
Of my fucking hand like
Bitch go get my racks
I ain't straying
I ain't active nah
Family ties I stay in
But if man
Want me out the house
Cool but I ain't playing
Fuck you mean
This ain't kick about
This ain't 66
This is me
Punching up a prick
If he thinks he's slick
Let me live
In my fucking bubble
Civvy life's legit
If it bursts
You're in fucking trouble
You gone hide and dip
Need a hearse
There's a funeral directors round the corner from my crib
Think I'm talking shit
We can take a trip
Pick your flowers and casket
I'll put deposits on that bitch
Yeah I'm sick
But I'm well controlled
My loved ones had never seen this side
Keep it all inside
But if you deserve it
It's what you get
Man Like fucking Stretch
All I know is me and mine and bliss
Life is hit or miss
So I take my chances
I won't sit
Like a fucking duck
Me I'm moving quick
Are you mad
Call em Funky Dee
Are you gonna bang
Shut your trap
Can't stand when you speak
All you talk is wass
Never back
Down from anyone
Especially if they're wham
Yeah you're hench
But if I punch your throat
You ain't breathing fam
Kick his nuts
At least 20 times
He ain't having kids
Yeah that's fucked
But I'm man like stretch
So that's how it is
Step on up
I ain't playing games
No Nintendo Switch
Leave me be
Less we make some dough
Then I'll be convinced
Otherwise
I'm at Champ de Mars
Picnic with my partner
Take your time
Trade it for a wage
Which one would you rather
Memories stay
Money makes them great
So that's all I'm after
Nothing else
I ain't here for change
That fills me with laughter
Fuck the world
And the people too
Less you're one of mine
I don't say it
I would hope they know it
That I love my guys
It don't matter
How long that it's been
I'm a friend for life
I just hope
Deep down in my soul
That they're doing fine
You can call
You can come on down
Take a trip to mine
I got drink
Cro and conversation
Cereal milk and wine
Let's get lit
Worries in the bin
Forget all the shit
By the way
I got studio
Let's record a hit