(Abys One)

We don't like those little shits, the sheep, the prison guards
I smoke 'em like my morning spliff
What I hear, I could give a shit about that
We don't like those little shits, the sheep, the prison guards
I smoke 'em like my morning spliff
What I hear, I could give a shit about that
Only good at doing verbal stick-ups
The mentality, you know how it is

I'm gonna bust their heads, son
I'm gonna bust their heads, son

I'm gonna bust their heads, son, there's nothing stopping me
The inspiration comes from my stash, a bit of hash in my cigarette
Go nuts when I start the engine like Sterling or Mahrez
Me, I'm Jul, letting off a few volleys, the shipment is in the RS
Boy, you open that too wide and I'll eject you
I'm showing off my whip, can't pick up any trackers
I'm suspectin' a false friendship
I think I'ma take a little break inside, just so they can chit-chat a bit more
I'm gonna mess everything up, son of a-, lemme through
I'm thinking 'bout retracing some of those erased memories
Because I've had enough of rehashing everything from the past
Gotta keep selling all the time, even if misfortune keeps advancing
From the very early morning, I smoke a lil' spliff
The generation that takes care of itself, I didn't suck anyone off to make it
In case you forgot, here, you got the hood in person
I've been rocked to sleep by the flashing lights and warning shouts
I'm not the boss, but I'm pistol-whipping them
In the club, I could make Rick Ross dance
Corsican blood, I hold the scope nice and level
I crab-walk over, it's awful for them
Shades on like the Matrix, sparkling water and a billy-club
One point left on my license, yeah, I smoke dope
She wants me to flirt with her, she wants me to give her the Drake treatment
She wants the ring but I'm bugging out
The feds are patrolling the zone on a loop
They even got Snapchat and Facebook
Got nothing but plans, I'm earning the bread
I'm filling up the tank, I'm swinging by the Val Plan hood
I'm picking up the cous' at home
Oh, the cousin saw me putting on the brakes, yeah
Oh, cous', oh cous'
Oh, the cousin saw me putting on the brakes, yeah
Gearing up in an undercover car, forged together
No dirty tricks between us, we help each other
We know who's who, if necessary we sniff 'em out
If someone acts a fool, we kick 'em out direct
Avoid acting like a big man (big man)
You gotta stop luggin' your nuts around (nuts)
It's none of your business and you're snooping (snooping)
You're gonna get into some bullshit ('shit)
Under the full face helmets, there are some bad kids
Under the Quechua track suits, you got some ice-cold hearts
The end of the gun touches your nuts when you stick it in your boxers
He acts like a full-on man, s'all fake, nothing but bullshit

We don't like those little shits, the sheep, the prison guards
I smoke 'em like my morning spliff
What I hear, I could give a shit about that
Only good at doing verbal stick-ups
The mentality, you know how it is

We don't like those little shits, the sheep, the prison guards
I smoke 'em like my morning spliff
What I hear, I could give a shit about that
Only good at doing verbal stick-ups
The mentality, you know how it is

We don't like those little shits, the sheep, the prison guards
I smoke 'em like my morning spliff
What I hear, I could give a shit about that
Only good at doing verbal stick-ups
The mentality, you know how it is

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