[Verse 1 - Akelle]
Took a break but I'm back now
Everybody's looking famous and flash now
Set the levels real high and really done things
So all these hating bruddas better know we run things
Let me tell you something
I've been up, eating my dinner
Don't ever get it twisted, I still do spinner
All my real goons inna, couple drillers
Jumping off stage and straight into ringers
Ain't no ordinary singers, you must be mad
If I say I'm gonna buss your head I'm gonna buss it bad
Yeah I buss a couple straps, would you think that?
True you see me looking nerdy in my pink hat
Nah darg I've been gang
For real, I'm cool though
That's why when you see me I be like "Cool bro"
It's no shook ting, it's a W12 Bush ting
Ootings, abbings, bruises, dabbings
How shit's changed since my music's been active
People see me and say they knew this would happen
I'm sitting here thinking like "I knew this would happen"
It's all mad, man I ain't even made it
They ask me what it's like to be famous and I ain't even famous
Not close, oh you think I'm the man cause I've got gold?
Nah ah me dat, follow follow my leader
Catch me in Bush or up by Auntie Rashida
Keep up, keep kicking it, FIFA
We living it, we up, see past all them chicken heads
Yeah I can show you a thing or two
They thought I just bought gold, I bought a spinner too
Niggas had me rolling in a ringer too
Licking down doors in my Kickers shoes
Win or lose, man I ain't a pushover
If you know me then you should know I'm a Bush soldier
Three hundred and sixty five days a year
I made it clear, I'll be doing this until I've made it clear
I gave 'em tears, gave 'em blood, I gave 'em sweat as well
Gave 'em years, made it tough, made 'em stress as well
Think about it, voices always telling me to sing about it
It's like the money is the heart, can't live without it
It's fucked up man, I don't know where my head is
Facebook, I came across an unread message
Saying "Happy new year, hope you're settling in"
Blah blah, "But you've got unidentical twins"
But he blanked it, thinking to himself this is a mad ting
Especially when he was busy keeping up with gang shit
Yeah I used to run with sticks, I used to hit and hope
It's funny, none of this was a hit and hope
Made money, all we did was made a hit and hope
They was in their sports cars and I was in a different boat
Took a break but I'm back now
Everybody's looking famous and flash now
Set the levels real high and really done things
So all these hating bruddas better know we run things
Let me tell you something
I've been up, eating my dinner
Don't ever get it twisted, I still do spinner
All my real goons inna, couple drillers
Jumping off stage and straight into ringers
Ain't no ordinary singers, you must be mad
If I say I'm gonna buss your head I'm gonna buss it bad
Yeah I buss a couple straps, would you think that?
True you see me looking nerdy in my pink hat
Nah darg I've been gang
For real, I'm cool though
That's why when you see me I be like "Cool bro"
It's no shook ting, it's a W12 Bush ting
Ootings, abbings, bruises, dabbings
How shit's changed since my music's been active
People see me and say they knew this would happen
I'm sitting here thinking like "I knew this would happen"
It's all mad, man I ain't even made it
They ask me what it's like to be famous and I ain't even famous
Not close, oh you think I'm the man cause I've got gold?
Nah ah me dat, follow follow my leader
Catch me in Bush or up by Auntie Rashida
Keep up, keep kicking it, FIFA
We living it, we up, see past all them chicken heads
Yeah I can show you a thing or two
They thought I just bought gold, I bought a spinner too
Niggas had me rolling in a ringer too
Licking down doors in my Kickers shoes
Win or lose, man I ain't a pushover
If you know me then you should know I'm a Bush soldier
Three hundred and sixty five days a year
I made it clear, I'll be doing this until I've made it clear
I gave 'em tears, gave 'em blood, I gave 'em sweat as well
Gave 'em years, made it tough, made 'em stress as well
Think about it, voices always telling me to sing about it
It's like the money is the heart, can't live without it
It's fucked up man, I don't know where my head is
Facebook, I came across an unread message
Saying "Happy new year, hope you're settling in"
Blah blah, "But you've got unidentical twins"
But he blanked it, thinking to himself this is a mad ting
Especially when he was busy keeping up with gang shit
Yeah I used to run with sticks, I used to hit and hope
It's funny, none of this was a hit and hope
Made money, all we did was made a hit and hope
They was in their sports cars and I was in a different boat
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