[ Featuring AV Allure ]
Yeah, came up out the mud, they wan' throw me back in
When you from the slums, then it's ball or trappin'
Brudda, I'd be done if I was only rappin'
Figured out the curse, then I broke the pattern
Everyting I done, man, I done in fashion
If it weren't for love, it was purely passion
Know they hate me bad, but they love the badness
Brudda, where I'm from, it's snakes and ladders
Last of a dying breed (yo, uh)
Every morning sendin' texts, fiends gotta get the message
I'm doin' yoga on the buj the way I got it stretchin'
Grindin' like slow jams, chasin' girls get you no bands
I ain't on the block, akh, I'm bigger than the programme
More trainers than Reebok, trap boy, they know my ethos (facts)
Coke in the jar, this ain't sea moss
Hundred thousand on one cooker
I'm a gun busser and a drug pusher
But I need M's like my brudda Mulla (millions)
Master P, no limit, went and got the phones ringin' (brrt)
Bougie nigga, but I came from low livin' (I did)
V12 engine, spent fifty on the pendant
I don't shed tears unless it's Denim, uh, yo
I hit fiends, man, I don't know 'bout hit records
Counted fifty in my bedroom, I remember cookin' in the kettle (wallahi)
I got more hard food than Tickle Me
My name in the streets, akhi, I don't need the industry
Yeah, came up out the mud, they wan' throw me back in
When you from the slums, then it's ball or trappin'
Brudda, I'd be done if I was only rappin'
Figured out the curse, then I broke the pattern
Everyting I done, man, I done in fashion
If it weren't for love, it was purely passion
Know they hate me bad, but they love the badness
Brudda, where I'm from, it's snakes and ladders
Last of a dying breed (yo, uh)
My dark penger than Ms. Banks, chop the brick in my flick nank (uh)
I got more keys than Beenie Man (I do)
Fifty for the wristwatch courtesy of big rocks
When I say we live, I ain't talkin' 'bout no TikTok
All this water make the hoes on it (facts), brizzy came back so solid (facts)
Olive with a rose on it I really had the stove rockin'
The trap, I gave all of me, two-hundred-plus in jewelry
They ain't got enough bread to go to war with me (they don't)
I'm on paper like an exam
My runner whip the work with his left hand (whip it)
I ain't relyin' on no next man
They used to give me EMA
I got hustling in my DNA
Me and D made that line do three a day (true stories)
F a press run, I'm mixin' dirty with F1
Lost sticks, bought next ones
LV spills (huh?), thousand-pound meals (huh?)
If I just talk money, blame the grills
Came up out the mud, they wan' throw me back in
When you from the slums, then it's ball or trappin'
Brudda, I'd be done if I was only rappin'
Figured out the curse, then I broke the pattern
Everyting I done, man, I done in fashion
If it weren't for love, it was purely passion
Know they hate me bad, but they love the badness
Brudda, where I'm from, it's snakes and ladders
Last of a dying breed
