Grafter

Hop in the four, suttin all black Put this thing in sport They chasing the clout fam am chasing the dough These lame brothers lovin' the chat and the talk (Trust) Got a pain in my head man I need me a smoke Put that Cali in a cone You ain't lived what I lived You ain't seen what I saw, them man are on joke (Trust) Chillin in my zone They be ringing my phone I won't answer the call Let em know that am doing all good on my ones Never folded for once don't give a f*ck about a hoe (No) But you know how it goes They hating on me still they talking bout 'bro' Can't trust them na na they be chatting the most I don't give a f*ck enta meen yala, 3'oor roo7 They askin for favors am chasing this paper all day its my sport (All day its my sport) Im Smokin these flavors all night but my neighbors ain't likin the smoke Like how many times I got it done on my own Can't tell me about life cause I've been through it all Got a chance, take a risk nah I can't let it go Only right that I take it n give it a go (Woo) Stay focused ain't losing control (Ain't losin control) This hash got me moving all slow (Movin all slow) Half of the days I been missing the shots that I take But its calm I got more When you talk better lower your tone (Lower your tone) On the strip-like da Gaza red zone Stick to my lane everyday When its wartime mans coming through with the smoke Their eyes wide open but they ain't got a vision When they do suttin bad they turn back to religion And I don't really care if you knew me before Back den I was about now am out on a mission Half of these pricks looking mad at me Watching the kid doing mazzaleen High on a rock not on balaleen Pushin' these weights like am Anthony She wanna f*ck wid this Arabi Yalla B I'm taking this route see me ragging it They say its the truth but they lacking it School days nah my teachers weren't having it They said I ain't a serious candidate (Haa) Nowadays I make moves thats some grafter shit Cookin this heat like a master chef Got this paper my way now am stacking it F*ck these haters all day thats the standard shit Hop in the four, suttin all black Put this thing in sport They chasing the clout fam am chasing the dough These lame brothers lovin' the chat and the talk (Trust) Got a pain in my head man I need me a smoke Put that Cali in a cone You ain't lived what I lived, You ain't seen what I saw, them man are on joke (Trust) Chillin in my zone They be ringing my phone I won't answer the call Let em know that am doing all good on my ones Never folded for once don't give a f*ck about a hoe (No) But you know how it goes They hating on me still they talking bout 'bro' Can't trust them na na they be chatting the most I don't give a f*ck enta meen yala, 3'oor roo7