I done beat my case
I done run the race
Guess who late coming
Fiji with my plate
In a different state
I ain't wanna play
She be in the back
I be in the trap
I be with the bags
She be with the mass
Packing armour I'm on full health
Arrogant call me a artist I just rep the south
Made this beat
Done the mix myself
Watch me Surf the crowds
I just need it now & I ain't need no help
Cause I been running shit in my city
For many years
I done ran the f*cking product and seen many tears
I spent years with the ruthless learnt few fears
And when the times grew colder learned that few cared
I'm from a place where we just count the souls
Really never know if you'll get go
Youngins never fold
Winters cold snow
I be the bros
Each just know the role
We about to blow
Just waiting for the go
Just waiting for the go
Just waiting for the go Haha
When I leave the house
I ain't gotta pack
LV in the bag
Riding wit a snack
And she in the back
I'm busy dreaming
I'm busy plotting sceaming
20 is my season
Here to start some treasons
I ain't need reason
Full the bag until the zip popping
I'm Running through my city catching bodies, non stopping
I've got people and my feet and they coping
Cause they just looking at the boy and can't solve the problem
They can't solve the problem
Na you can't bring the gwop in
You can't solve the problem