It's been a while since I kicked it with a goddamn grace
The streets not eating, they need some of that bass
Know we been cooking, keep all the food laced
Yeah, I snapped with the gat, see the look on his face
Ay, rocking new bags, no basic
Making that batch in basements
Ay, Heisenberg labs, order placements
Who else would you call an amazement
New burner phones, feds can't follow me
Find a new clique, they ain't gon' bother me
Big Style got new blood, you was a oldie
They bombed me like banzais, but I ain't folding
That's golden, we fire like molten
We can't fold, we rolling
Ya bitch, know what I roll with
Putting in work, riding in verts
No one can tell what I'm worth
Putting in work, riding in verts
Tell me about a opp that ain't been merked
Clean up that work, that was a first
Going down the list just like clockwork
Clean up that work, that was a first
It's been a while since hell was on earth
Can't do it no more, the silent alarms
Yeah, that never stopped us before
Ay, now we back to finish it
Ain't gonna stop till the oldheads quit
Been two years, but Big Style on top
Has some verses recalled, but we ain't stopped
Ain't letting drama mess with a bop
No one else, had they rapping on lock
Smoke the opposition, but we ain't no cops
Our bars insured if they go too far
This year, we ain't gonna take shit slow
I don't work with no one with no backbone
Call me a banzai the way I won't fold
These boys bitches, so I'm checking they phones
If you couldn't tell, we moving past ops
Some of us working, the others going pop
Cooking day and night, the grind don't stop
I clean up careers like I work with a mop
That's golden, we fire like molten
Can't fold
New burner phones, feds can't follow me
Find a new clique they ain't gon' bother me
Big Style got new blood
You was a oldie
They bombed me like banzais
But I ain't folding, that's golden
We fire like molten
Can't fold, we rolling
Ya bitch know what I'm rolling
Putting in work, riding in verts
No one can tell what I'm worth
Putting in work, riding in verts
Tell me about a op that ain't been merked
Cleaning that work, that was a first
Going down the list just like clockwork
Clean up our work, that was a first
It's been a while since hell was on earth
Can't do it no more, they sounding alarms
Yeah, that never stopped us before
Now we back to finish it
Ain't gonna stop till the oldheads quit
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It's been a while since I kicked it with a goddamn grace
The streets not eating, they need some of that bass
Know we been cooking, keep all the food laced
Yeah, I snapped with the gat, see the look on his face
Ay, rocking new bags, no basic
Making that batch in basements
Ay, Heisenberg labs, order placements
Who else would you call an amazement
New burner phones, feds can't follow me
Find a new clique, they ain't gon' bother me
Big Style got new blood, you was a oldie
They bombed me like banzais, but I ain't folding
That's golden, we fire like molten
We can't fold, we rolling
Ya bitch, know what I roll with
Putting in work, riding in verts
No one can tell what I'm worth
Putting in work, riding in verts
Tell me about a opp that ain't been merked
Clean up that work, that was a first
Going down the list just like clockwork
Clean up that work, that was a first
It's been a while since hell was on earth
Can't do it no more, the silent alarms
Yeah, that never stopped us before
Ay, now we back to finish it
Ain't gonna stop till the oldheads quit
Been two years, but Big Style on top
Has some verses recalled, but we ain't stopped
Ain't letting drama mess with a bop
No one else, had they rapping on lock
Smoke the opposition, but we ain't no cops
Our bars insured if they go too far
This year, we ain't gonna take shit slow
I don't work with no one with no backbone
Call me a banzai the way I won't fold
These boys bitches, so I'm checking they phones
If you couldn't tell, we moving past ops
Some of us working, the others going pop
Cooking day and night, the grind don't stop
I clean up careers like I work with a mop
That's golden, we fire like molten
Can't fold
New burner phones, feds can't follow me
Find a new clique they ain't gon' bother me
Big Style got new blood
You was a oldie
They bombed me like banzais
But I ain't folding, that's golden
We fire like molten
Can't fold, we rolling
Ya bitch know what I'm rolling
Putting in work, riding in verts
No one can tell what I'm worth
Putting in work, riding in verts
Tell me about a op that ain't been merked
Cleaning that work, that was a first
Going down the list just like clockwork
Clean up our work, that was a first
It's been a while since hell was on earth
Can't do it no more, they sounding alarms
Yeah, that never stopped us before
Now we back to finish it
Ain't gonna stop till the oldheads quit
The streets not eating, they need some of that bass
Know we been cooking, keep all the food laced
Yeah, I snapped with the gat, see the look on his face
Ay, rocking new bags, no basic
Making that batch in basements
Ay, Heisenberg labs, order placements
Who else would you call an amazement
New burner phones, feds can't follow me
Find a new clique, they ain't gon' bother me
Big Style got new blood, you was a oldie
They bombed me like banzais, but I ain't folding
That's golden, we fire like molten
We can't fold, we rolling
Ya bitch, know what I roll with
Putting in work, riding in verts
No one can tell what I'm worth
Putting in work, riding in verts
Tell me about a opp that ain't been merked
Clean up that work, that was a first
Going down the list just like clockwork
Clean up that work, that was a first
It's been a while since hell was on earth
Can't do it no more, the silent alarms
Yeah, that never stopped us before
Ay, now we back to finish it
Ain't gonna stop till the oldheads quit
Been two years, but Big Style on top
Has some verses recalled, but we ain't stopped
Ain't letting drama mess with a bop
No one else, had they rapping on lock
Smoke the opposition, but we ain't no cops
Our bars insured if they go too far
This year, we ain't gonna take shit slow
I don't work with no one with no backbone
Call me a banzai the way I won't fold
These boys bitches, so I'm checking they phones
If you couldn't tell, we moving past ops
Some of us working, the others going pop
Cooking day and night, the grind don't stop
I clean up careers like I work with a mop
That's golden, we fire like molten
Can't fold
New burner phones, feds can't follow me
Find a new clique they ain't gon' bother me
Big Style got new blood
You was a oldie
They bombed me like banzais
But I ain't folding, that's golden
We fire like molten
Can't fold, we rolling
Ya bitch know what I'm rolling
Putting in work, riding in verts
No one can tell what I'm worth
Putting in work, riding in verts
Tell me about a op that ain't been merked
Cleaning that work, that was a first
Going down the list just like clockwork
Clean up our work, that was a first
It's been a while since hell was on earth
Can't do it no more, they sounding alarms
Yeah, that never stopped us before
Now we back to finish it
Ain't gonna stop till the oldheads quit
Writer: Trevor Singh
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