Sodes make out

Two-seven ride out to the fifth When I come through waving that stick like duck

Try ask me but the war is simple We hate them and the boys hate us

Plus I'm in love with all of that grieving 'Cause every time one of them get tough

Grab it, cut it, break it, put it Past will came like a rugby ball, put that in the tea and food it

I am with all the schemes and rumours I provide for the fiends and shooters

Cops got us on surveillance 'cause they're not in for the music

If you down for the gang, improve it Go and show my men how to use it

I can tell you about bad notaries I never done full or nine or fraud

Knock your phone and the like is simming The whip was catching I'm going up north

I straight drop crack in boiling water Who would've thought rap would open doors

Retaliation is a must when I buck my options, no remorse

Retaliation is a must when I buck my options, no remorse

I'm not like the others, I'm the mousse ***** that comes out of the mouth of the gold