20 Draws

Hmm Look Yo, I'm on the roads twenty-fours You said you was my bro, was for life so what you tellin' for? I started with a Z of raw Scratch that, I started with like twenty draws I ain't at the top, but we up twenty floors I was up twenty quid when we jammed him up with two sticks Seen guys talk the most, they ain't do shit I ain't say shit, I do the most though, ask guys I splash guys, they ain't gotta ask if we slap guys Bro FaceTimed him and he ain't have an iPhone I used to work the line like, "One day, this be my phone" I sat up in my cell like, "One day I'ma be rich" But every day feds wanna bag me for PWITS Bine flyin' through the air in the middle of the day, bro I was so broke, how the f*ck I'm gonna stay home? Yo, it's all good gettin' money, what you do with it? Muni ain't buryin' no mashes, I come through with it We're bonded by mud, they don't even know what loyal means And yo, I wish I had it, woulda paid for the lawyer fees They're talkin' all these years, I said I don't know who the guys are My bro licked ten bricks and dropped me a nine bar Dange will tell you, I don't really lack when I leave my crib Bro, you ain't jumpin' in no cars and beatin' sticks You ain't hittin' licks or billin' strips then why we speakin' for? This new heat seeker gonna detect a meteor Fly the door, go round the back, we'll go the front way I can't lie, Muni never been on no runway I know 'bout sweat box trips on a Monday Crown court triallin' all week for a gun case And still got a guilty at the end of the week And why you say, "Free the guys"? You ain't sent him no P's So he can spend it on weed, cah, boy, it's expensive in there The roads forgot about him, but he respected in there I done six summers, this my seventh winter, B Don't get shot off the fence, there ain't no in between Shoulda been a millionaire but feds always intervene Between me and bro, we got bagged with like six machines But I don't tell gyal that, she asked why I'm in, I said, "Food" I had five years left, I told her two You ain't know what we do to get bread and, yo, I don't wanna say still Backed the fours on him, told him, "Stay still" (pussy) Yo I remember it was AJ tee with the kicks matchin' them H on my buckle and my jeans, I stuff cash in 'em Got your bitch blowin' kisses but I ain't catchin' 'em I'm tryna keep up with my money, not the Kardashians And furthermore, them niggas singing like Jorja Smith Had me in the box like I'm waitin' for a corner kick Still with my guys that I grew up on the corner with Same ones that was with me through all this shit Really in the field, I don't know about no Astro Standing by the bookies then you wonder why them lads broke I remember days when I couldn't get a cab home Ask bro how we shared the sofa in the cat's home And how we had deals like contract They see me, they eye me, but they don't make contact Even if they did, I got suttin for the combat And all I gotta say is I bet they don't come back