[00:15.45]I put hands on a hand ting
[00:16.65]And let that spray
[00:17.64]I Green light that work
[00:18.63]For the young G's
[00:19.29]Money in bands no minimum wage
[00:21.12]Yeah it's bless all the gang get paid
[00:22.92]See opps Bali up no face
[00:24.45]You see fed disappear no trace
[00:26.22]I got cooks that don't cook food
[00:27.66]But do cook food
[00:28.47]That can sell past dates
[00:29.79]How far will go when you feel like
[00:31.14]You've had no more
[00:31.92]And you lost your faith
[00:33.09]I put trust in them still I don't confide
[00:34.95]No emotion you see on my face
[00:36.36]And I still got envious eyes
[00:38.04]That need glasses when
[00:38.85]They try throw shade
[00:39.99]Cause I'll spit in your contact lens
[00:41.40]And I might still get
[00:42.12]Your prescription paid
[00:43.38]Somebody tell postman pat
[00:44.88]The service now is a postal trap
[00:46.74]Brudda wanna talk bout
[00:47.49]The money they made
[00:48.18]But don't wanna talk
[00:49.05]Bout words they capped
[00:50.13]All of the good girls want badman
[00:51.63]But they quick to forget
[00:52.47]When there man's in the can
[00:53.37]For her berkin bag you
[00:54.36]Slanging these packs
[00:55.05]For the man on estate
[00:55.95]She was throwing it back
[00:57.57]Heard you died for nyash
[00:58.95]That's Can never be me I swear
[01:00.54]I'd rather grad her weave a yagga
[01:02.25]When I pull off a bitches hair
[01:03.99]Don't believe this life is fair
[01:05.37]It's a roll of a dice like truth or dare
[01:07.38]Spend you whole life
[01:08.13]Climbing mountain
[01:08.82]While bruddas gone like
[01:09.72]They never took stairs
[01:10.56]This games that we plays
[01:11.40]Like musical chairs
[01:12.21]Cause it's out with the old
[01:13.23]And in with the new
[01:13.92]And the bars that we get are recycled
[01:15.42]Showing my talent but nobody cares
[01:17.43]And maybe my time will come
[01:18.60]When I pack up my bags
[01:19.50]And I closes my affairs
[01:20.85]Or maybe my time will come altogether
[01:22.53]When God answers all my late prayers
[01:26.07]Dunno it's Slikz ima leave that derrr

I put hands on a hand ting
And let that spray
I Green light that work
For the young G's
Money in bands no minimum wage
Yeah it's bless all the gang get paid
See opps Bali up no face
You see fed disappear no trace
I got cooks that don't cook food
But do cook food
That can sell past dates
How far will go when you feel like
You've had no more
And you lost your faith
I put trust in them still I don't confide
No emotion you see on my face
And I still got envious eyes
That need glasses when
They try throw shade
Cause I'll spit in your contact lens
And I might still get
Your prescription paid
Somebody tell postman pat
The service now is a postal trap
Brudda wanna talk bout
The money they made
But don't wanna talk
Bout words they capped
All of the good girls want badman
But they quick to forget
When there man's in the can
For her berkin bag you
Slanging these packs
For the man on estate
She was throwing it back
Heard you died for nyash
That's Can never be me I swear
I'd rather grad her weave a yagga
When I pull off a bitches hair
Don't believe this life is fair
It's a roll of a dice like truth or dare
Spend you whole life
Climbing mountain
While bruddas gone like
They never took stairs
This games that we plays
Like musical chairs
Cause it's out with the old
And in with the new
And the bars that we get are recycled
Showing my talent but nobody cares
And maybe my time will come
When I pack up my bags
And I closes my affairs
Or maybe my time will come altogether
When God answers all my late prayers
Dunno it's Slikz ima leave that derrr