[Verse 1]
Had to go and find a plug, I was fed up of the static
Mummy couldn’t find it when I left it in the attic
One time [?] I was pissed, it kept jamming
RIP Big Blow, he best me with the cannon
Three metal [?], still leaving niggas cabbage
Big bag of green, I just keep it for the habits
Big batty gyal, I just keep it for the habits
Treat it like Steph Curry, I don’t even slam it
Born as a savage
Me I’m from the mud, dreads swinging like maggots
Running through packets
And I’m from the jungle, so of course I gotta pack it
I don’t watch TV, cause all I see is faggots
Straight outta poverty, mum worked two jobs
Dad played lottery, lotta shit bother me
I ain’t wanna do robberies
To the niggas tried robbing me
Views from the 8th floor
No board games, right there I sold 8-balls
We ain’t tryna stay poor
Niggas wanna kill me, but what you think my 8’s for?
What you think they got them lion in the cage for?
When I make my first CD
Ain’t nobody hearing, ain’t nobody wanna see me
DJs didn’t play me, I was still wearing GG
Now they call me king, and every day I’m getting freebies
I cruise through the hood in trucks
Riding out the [?], get some coins to the bucks
Tell them stay in school, they no fools at the top
I just give ‘em jewels, they the future and stuff
But I’m still married to the mob
Wifey want me home, but I’m rallying the tugs
Packaging the goods, carrying it up
Damaging the game, I make a racket with my dogs
Only for my Gs I wrote
Can’t play piano, but I turn a key to notes
Lick you down across the road, no beamer scope
Have my fire brigade turn your whole street to smoke
Ask the fiends where the needles go
I got phones lines tweaking, I don’t need to blow
The fans need me though
Chopping up this kim, getting Yeezy dough
Had to go and find a plug, I was fed up of the static
Mummy couldn’t find it when I left it in the attic
One time [?] I was pissed, it kept jamming
RIP Big Blow, he best me with the cannon
Three metal [?], still leaving niggas cabbage
Big bag of green, I just keep it for the habits
Big batty gyal, I just keep it for the habits
Treat it like Steph Curry, I don’t even slam it
Born as a savage
Me I’m from the mud, dreads swinging like maggots
Running through packets
And I’m from the jungle, so of course I gotta pack it
I don’t watch TV, cause all I see is faggots
Straight outta poverty, mum worked two jobs
Dad played lottery, lotta shit bother me
I ain’t wanna do robberies
To the niggas tried robbing me
Views from the 8th floor
No board games, right there I sold 8-balls
We ain’t tryna stay poor
Niggas wanna kill me, but what you think my 8’s for?
What you think they got them lion in the cage for?
When I make my first CD
Ain’t nobody hearing, ain’t nobody wanna see me
DJs didn’t play me, I was still wearing GG
Now they call me king, and every day I’m getting freebies
I cruise through the hood in trucks
Riding out the [?], get some coins to the bucks
Tell them stay in school, they no fools at the top
I just give ‘em jewels, they the future and stuff
But I’m still married to the mob
Wifey want me home, but I’m rallying the tugs
Packaging the goods, carrying it up
Damaging the game, I make a racket with my dogs
Only for my Gs I wrote
Can’t play piano, but I turn a key to notes
Lick you down across the road, no beamer scope
Have my fire brigade turn your whole street to smoke
Ask the fiends where the needles go
I got phones lines tweaking, I don’t need to blow
The fans need me though
Chopping up this kim, getting Yeezy dough
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