[Intro]
Sykes, Sykes
[Chorus]
In to win, can't be in to lose
I need me 10 bricks, I don’t need no Qs
M way trips with crews, ooh
Same tracksuit, same shoes
Still we played the field, they say [footwork?] in your boots
Ooh ooh
All I talk is money, I don’t really care about views
More than enough corn for the whats it
And it come bigger than Wotsits
Still go put the 4s on the table and chop it (turn)
When I rise in the AM, I gotta count this profit
[Verse 1]
Still step out smokey, from kway back the gang been governed
Back then my nephew was a curious one, I had to keep him away from the cupboard
Knee, watch and face must be funny, I'd rather go die on my feet I’m stubborn
Was baguettes with mustard, all of those terrible cakes and custard
All I know is hustle, make these tennies just fold out here
Real talk its been cold out here, but I’m good, it ain't always been comfort
You don’t wanna get fried like chicken, that's Southern
I put two hands on the grip on this rubber, I'll make man dance without hearing no dubstep
Solve problems with violence, them man wish they had clout like I did
That's got all of them out here trying, but their heart's not in it, they're tired
Them man been snitching, they wired
Pigs never let the gang on wireless
You know we bring heat to the gigs like Ryan
Sykes, Sykes
[Chorus]
In to win, can't be in to lose
I need me 10 bricks, I don’t need no Qs
M way trips with crews, ooh
Same tracksuit, same shoes
Still we played the field, they say [footwork?] in your boots
Ooh ooh
All I talk is money, I don’t really care about views
More than enough corn for the whats it
And it come bigger than Wotsits
Still go put the 4s on the table and chop it (turn)
When I rise in the AM, I gotta count this profit
[Verse 1]
Still step out smokey, from kway back the gang been governed
Back then my nephew was a curious one, I had to keep him away from the cupboard
Knee, watch and face must be funny, I'd rather go die on my feet I’m stubborn
Was baguettes with mustard, all of those terrible cakes and custard
All I know is hustle, make these tennies just fold out here
Real talk its been cold out here, but I’m good, it ain't always been comfort
You don’t wanna get fried like chicken, that's Southern
I put two hands on the grip on this rubber, I'll make man dance without hearing no dubstep
Solve problems with violence, them man wish they had clout like I did
That's got all of them out here trying, but their heart's not in it, they're tired
Them man been snitching, they wired
Pigs never let the gang on wireless
You know we bring heat to the gigs like Ryan
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