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Less talk, more action
I Go halves with my bro, no fraction
I ain’t riding on the beat, I’m dancing 
S to the wait, it depends who’s asking

No olders, we just call them has beens
They don't see progression, like
You see me, How can I be the student 
But I'm still teaching the lesson? Like
They don’t know bout me 
They don’t know about my old 16s 
Got new 16s
Still spin mcs with lyrics that I wrote back in 016
Or OTD
Yeah you know that's mental 
Wanna see plaques all around, no dental 
See The top is in reach man, grab that 
The game is a b*t*h and I put her in my backpack

Ay
I’m in a 4 door with broski 
Rambo on me and my ski like loski 
Don't make me jump out of a moving engine 
Tryna make it beat like ghosty 
Yo 
Them man ain’t riding or glide 
When I step in the block, got the man they're hiding
No hide and seek I ain’t finding
They done no drills, All them man they're lying 
Jug Jug 
My bro keeps juggin 
Them man still capping and looking 
My bro fresh home from prison 
Straight to the kitchen, Cos them man's been cooking 
Put your foot on the pedal no bike, Ride 
You know mans riding tonight
Boujee one tryna get this pipe
Tryna be my wife, but she not my type

Next year all out attack, after that I just park the bus like
No way are we parallel, don’t ever think that you could align with us And
Bad b stand 5”3 and she nice g that’s why she movin kinda stoosh
But I sit back, cos I know ima love it when i hit it
And I ain’t even light the kush
I'm a Master in my dojo chilling, Can’t see the vision 
So you can't kick it 
And you ain’t got the belt 
Thats poor, read some more 
Go get digits  
All about pg, Ben Simmons 
Ain’t in my league, never mind my division 
More time in my head that’s LYRIX, probably the reason that I flopped physics

Ay
Broski scratch that ting, no DJ
No man tryna make a beat, no bass
Yo
Made that boy work their pace 
Trick & splash, I don’t leave no trace 
Metal to his mouth, no braces 
Bally on faces, Leave no traces 
Free my bro, hope they beat them cases 
Feds at my door, got me doing up races

Oi
Can you stop all the capping
I've got n***as that been Locked for the smashing, cos they’re really bout the life they're rapping
Cos the feds got em stuck on the landing 
Sad ting
Never crash corn from the hand ting  
Me I’m just tryna get paid from the rapping 
But I’m still trapping, no cappin 
f**k all of that splashing, mans rapping

Less talk, more action
I Go halves with my bro, no fraction
I ain’t riding on the beat, I’m dancing 
S to the wait, it depends who’s asking

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