[Verse 1: Kaymuni]
Fuck the charts, this is for the trenches
This pain's expensive, everything I said bro I meant it
I meant it when I told bro "Kill him" that night
You ain't bumping out this tape, you ain't living that life
Muni go broke then I'm hitting a lick
And why you standing on the block? You don't chip in for sticks
We hit a stain and scratched off in the same day
You think I give a fuck? I get the drop off my bae bae
[Verse 2: KB]
This pain's expensive
Lost three phones in the summer, cost me ten quid
I was on the O when I met Slickz
We was hitting drones tryna get bits
Then bro put a flicky on the pattеrn, you can get pitched
Serious, my brothеrs gonna shoot like Jamelia's
With the G-lock on site, no VPN
'09, we was doing banks, started seeing bread
Twenty-five grand cash, live bro, see it there
[Verse 3: Kaymuni]
Twenty-five bags, yo it came in all rubber bands
Only my brothers, I don't care about no other gang
Give a fuck if you're onto man, this bine ain't got a name on it
Everything I want, yo I prayed on it
My dreams got broken, bro I got expensive pain
Yeah I miss the wing when I'm down the block for twenty days
You ain't never used a bed sheet as your curtain
You look good up on the Gram but better up in person
Fuck the charts, this is for the trenches
This pain's expensive, everything I said bro I meant it
I meant it when I told bro "Kill him" that night
You ain't bumping out this tape, you ain't living that life
Muni go broke then I'm hitting a lick
And why you standing on the block? You don't chip in for sticks
We hit a stain and scratched off in the same day
You think I give a fuck? I get the drop off my bae bae
[Verse 2: KB]
This pain's expensive
Lost three phones in the summer, cost me ten quid
I was on the O when I met Slickz
We was hitting drones tryna get bits
Then bro put a flicky on the pattеrn, you can get pitched
Serious, my brothеrs gonna shoot like Jamelia's
With the G-lock on site, no VPN
'09, we was doing banks, started seeing bread
Twenty-five grand cash, live bro, see it there
[Verse 3: Kaymuni]
Twenty-five bags, yo it came in all rubber bands
Only my brothers, I don't care about no other gang
Give a fuck if you're onto man, this bine ain't got a name on it
Everything I want, yo I prayed on it
My dreams got broken, bro I got expensive pain
Yeah I miss the wing when I'm down the block for twenty days
You ain't never used a bed sheet as your curtain
You look good up on the Gram but better up in person
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