TRAP Jackharlow type beat
Riding lifes wave like a slave
Black vans on the backseat
In the high street
DONT DROP IT
LIKE A SCOKET
THEN COP IT
THROW IT THE FLOOR
THEN MOP IT
GOTTA STOP IT
GOTTA POP IT
LIFE IS MUCH MORE THEN A GOLD ON A CHAIN
THEN A LIFE ON A DRAIN
THEN A FOOT ON A SPRAIN
WHEN I GROW UP I WANNA BE WAYNE
WANNA BALL LIKE DWAYNE
WANNA SOUND THE SAME
GOTTA MAKE MY LANE
GOTTA RIDE THE TRAIN
EVERYBODY NOWADAYS SOUND THE SAME
THEY MAKE CLAIM
JUST TO GROW A QUICK NAME
BUT IT SOUNDS SO LAME
FAKE ASS FRONT LIKE A NICKNAME LIKE ASURNAME LIKE A PROCLAIM
GOTTA RECLAIM
MY VERSE FROM THE FLOW
YEAH SHE WANNA TAKE IT SLOW
SO I GIVE HER MORE BLOW
LYRICAL LIKE A MIRCALE
IN ORDER LIKE A SPIRTICAL
DONT GOT MUCH TO SAY WHEN IT COME TO OTHER PEOPLE
MAKE A GOOD NAME
GOTTA RUN THE BALL GAME
Gotta Make the balminess
Run it back
Run it like its track
Take to me to club a nigga go hard
Only 17 so I pay the guard
Open minded like a backyard
Gotta make it like its charred
Gotta make it look
Riding lifes wave like a slave
Black vans on the backseat
In the high street
DONT DROP IT
LIKE A SCOKET
THEN COP IT
THROW IT THE FLOOR
THEN MOP IT
GOTTA STOP IT
GOTTA POP IT
Then I run it back and I get a quick check
UP to date like im fucking hi tech
Station my bitches I call It poop deck
Cuz got a roughneck
Cuz I got paycheck
Gotta shot a redneck