[Chorus]
Riding through the city with my eyes low
I'm getting getting love out in Oslo
I'm rolling with a posse full of pyros
These people need the heat so we deliver like we Five-O
Five-O, there go the Five-O
They talking shit they pulling guns just like they Five-O
Five-O, there go the Five-O
And I ain't stressing no depressants, got the hydro
[Verse 1]
I eat well, I fuck great, I have no complaints
Them lames in the background can't eat off my plate
I'm e-dub, I'm two tones, there is no debate
If you sleep on me wake up that bed 'bout to break
I got that two step, '82, black and blue Nike shoes
I can trek through anything mostly I know what it do
Back when I was smaller was mistaken for a baller
I grew up with a shoulder chip got big as I got taller
And I'm on it 'till I'm not, bullshit got me hot
Why the fuck so many brothers losing lives on shocken cops?
A preacher I am not, politcian I am not
With that body camera stamina put baby in the spot
Bassline go hammer, my beats have no manners
They come to your table and eat up your sandwich
I have that advantage, I been had the leverage
That seven foot rank can still get quite protected
I'll expose who controls everything from beneath
They dispose of the soul, release with the bleach
Any thoughts of the matrix, controlled by police
And we made to believe they want peace
Riding through the city with my eyes low
I'm getting getting love out in Oslo
I'm rolling with a posse full of pyros
These people need the heat so we deliver like we Five-O
Five-O, there go the Five-O
They talking shit they pulling guns just like they Five-O
Five-O, there go the Five-O
And I ain't stressing no depressants, got the hydro
[Verse 1]
I eat well, I fuck great, I have no complaints
Them lames in the background can't eat off my plate
I'm e-dub, I'm two tones, there is no debate
If you sleep on me wake up that bed 'bout to break
I got that two step, '82, black and blue Nike shoes
I can trek through anything mostly I know what it do
Back when I was smaller was mistaken for a baller
I grew up with a shoulder chip got big as I got taller
And I'm on it 'till I'm not, bullshit got me hot
Why the fuck so many brothers losing lives on shocken cops?
A preacher I am not, politcian I am not
With that body camera stamina put baby in the spot
Bassline go hammer, my beats have no manners
They come to your table and eat up your sandwich
I have that advantage, I been had the leverage
That seven foot rank can still get quite protected
I'll expose who controls everything from beneath
They dispose of the soul, release with the bleach
Any thoughts of the matrix, controlled by police
And we made to believe they want peace
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