Them times Got them dripping wetter than my ice Them times Got me looking very fly yuh Sometimes I cant even relate To the shi dat people say Running down my face If u wanna catch a case yuh Dont know how ur feeling Every time ur breathing Dont run Gotta catch ur breeze and got my mr on the side He’s just living the life I got my loud on the side Sike, we ain’t getting fried It’s like we living the life Where we can’t see the bright (It’s like we’re living the life where we can’t see the bright) Gotta get my flashlight And see what’s the vibe I pull up to the moty Ha this shi ain’t even live Gotta get my flashlight And see what’s the vibe (I gotta get my flashlight and see what’s the vibe) We ain’t born for the trap We were born for the rap We be making these stacks In the ends never lack 2x Wanna build my bread up Writing lyrics till I’m fed up He wanna get me wetter Making peas more then a tenner I fall down then get up Then I get up (I fall down then I get up I fall down then I get up) Chrous: (u sing it btw): They came back and loaded They came back and loaded I came ready but they sold it They sold it I came back and I’m better Making bars we ain’t fed up 2x Them times Got them dripping wetter than my ice Them times Got me looking very fly yuh Sometimes I cant even relate To the shi dat people say Running down my face If u wanna catch a case yuh Dont know how ur feeling Every time ur breathing Dont run Gotta catch ur breeze and I just popped up haters be calling me broke But I know they gonna be at my show But I know imma be the one who stacking loads I be stacking loads Baby I be stacking loads Imma buy my whip whip before I hid the roads But I was once told Make ur money till it folds Imma do that Imma do that till I’m grey and old (Till I’m grey baby till I’m grey and old) Look I carry a drink and u drive He’s riding this whip on an m25 They begging it they moving like Bonny and Clyde He said he wanna be my main but I put him aside But lemme tell him why Told him go find another wife Imma live a better life Like if u gimme some time Imma imma make bars And my lyrics will rhyme So step aside I’m tryna get big Bigger den dese um artists I see my name rise Nd I see my face charted Selling sweets never lasted 1 month that I fasted Once I start popping off my minds going like rarted
Mandem out 'ere, gyal dem peng, that's bare fam, Leng whip skrrt through the ends, where the bands land, Gassed on the P’s, moving TT, gotta stay calm, Drippy in the trapstar gear, fam, we stay blessed, fam. (Verse 1) In the bando grafting, running up racks, Got the line steady popping, moving food, no slack, Pagans lurking in the shadows, no face, no case, Opps circle 'round, but they can't touch base. Plug just called, said the loud's on point, Roll a zoot, get the mandem, we move, no disappoint, Wet a ting if they move mad, ching if they’re bait, Got the works in the ride, tryna handle this weight. Stay on job, pattern up, money moves through the yard, Cuz tried to front, now he’s looking all scarred, Lick was calm, man bagged a kettle and stick, Circle’s tight, no snitches, we keeping it slick. (Chorus) Mandem out 'ere, gyal dem peng, that's bare fam, Leng whip skrrt through the ends, where the bands land, Gassed on the P’s, moving TT, gotta stay calm, Drippy in the trapstar gear, fam, we stay blessed, fam. (Verse 2) Corn in the mash, opps holding smoke, Big rambo in the ride, man don’t provoke, Ducking from the Feds, that’s a peak kinda vibe, Skrrting out the yard, glide out, then we hide. Nitties at the door, shotting food for the chop, OT on a mission, man's taking the top, From the streets to the yard, running grafts, I’m the plug, Got the kettle on my wrist, and the drip they all love. Big man ting, tryna say less, moving right, But the opps wanna slide, so we’re active tonight, Man's wavy on the rhythm, still lowkey with the vibes, But I’ll back the ting quick if you try cross lines. (Bridge) Salty guys chat, but they can’t touch the G’s, Man’s stacking bands, no dead moves, just the P’s, Trust the mandem, they’ll hold it down, they’re safe, We stay moving calm, vex them when we escape. Fronting pagans acting bait, don’t know ‘bout the grind, Rah, these youths are moving mad, are you dumb?, out of time Big racks in the yard, whip parked outside, Say nada, we’re calm, streets taught us to survive. (Outro) From the traphouse to the road, stay on point, that's my style, Everything I’ve patterned, fam, I’ve done with a smile, Gyal dem, they love me, opp boys just hate, This is the life of a grinder, fam, I set my fate. (Chorus) Mandem out 'ere, gyal dem peng, that's bare fam, Leng whip skrrt through the ends, where the bands land, Gassed on the P’s, moving TT, gotta stay calm, Drippy in the trapstar gear, fam, we stay blessed, fam.
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Them times
Got them dripping wetter than my ice
Them times
Got me looking very fly yuh
Sometimes
I cant even relate
To the shi dat people say
Running down my face
If u wanna catch a case yuh
Dont know how ur feeling
Every time ur breathing
Dont run
Gotta catch ur breeze and
got my mr on the side
He’s just living the life
I got my loud on the side
Sike, we ain’t getting fried
It’s like we living the life
Where we can’t see the bright
(It’s like we’re living the life where we can’t see the bright)
Gotta get my flashlight
And see what’s the vibe
I pull up to the moty
Ha this shi ain’t even live
Gotta get my flashlight
And see what’s the vibe
(I gotta get my flashlight and see what’s the vibe)
We ain’t born for the trap
We were born for the rap
We be making these stacks
In the ends never lack
2x
Wanna build my bread up
Writing lyrics till I’m fed up
He wanna get me wetter
Making peas more then a tenner
I fall down then get up
Then I get up
(I fall down then I get up I fall down then I get up)
Chrous: (u sing it btw):
They came back and loaded
They came back and loaded
I came ready but they sold it
They sold it
I came back and I’m better
Making bars we ain’t fed up
2x
Them times
Got them dripping wetter than my ice
Them times
Got me looking very fly yuh
Sometimes
I cant even relate
To the shi dat people say
Running down my face
If u wanna catch a case yuh
Dont know how ur feeling
Every time ur breathing
Dont run
Gotta catch ur breeze and
I just popped up haters be calling me broke
But I know they gonna be at my show
But I know imma be the one who stacking loads
I be stacking loads
Baby I be stacking loads
Imma buy my whip whip before I hid the roads
But I was once told
Make ur money till it folds
Imma do that
Imma do that till I’m grey and old
(Till I’m grey baby till I’m grey and old)
Look
I carry a drink and u drive
He’s riding this whip on an m25
They begging it they moving like Bonny and Clyde
He said he wanna be my main but I put him aside
But lemme tell him why
Told him go find another wife
Imma live a better life
Like if u gimme some time
Imma imma make bars
And my lyrics will rhyme
So step aside
I’m tryna get big
Bigger den dese um artists
I see my name rise
Nd I see my face charted
Selling sweets never lasted
1 month that I fasted
Once I start popping off my minds going like rarted
Mandem out 'ere, gyal dem peng, that's bare fam,
Leng whip skrrt through the ends, where the bands land,
Gassed on the P’s, moving TT, gotta stay calm,
Drippy in the trapstar gear, fam, we stay blessed, fam.
(Verse 1)
In the bando grafting, running up racks,
Got the line steady popping, moving food, no slack,
Pagans lurking in the shadows, no face, no case,
Opps circle 'round, but they can't touch base.
Plug just called, said the loud's on point,
Roll a zoot, get the mandem, we move, no disappoint,
Wet a ting if they move mad, ching if they’re bait,
Got the works in the ride, tryna handle this weight.
Stay on job, pattern up, money moves through the yard,
Cuz tried to front, now he’s looking all scarred,
Lick was calm, man bagged a kettle and stick,
Circle’s tight, no snitches, we keeping it slick.
(Chorus)
Mandem out 'ere, gyal dem peng, that's bare fam,
Leng whip skrrt through the ends, where the bands land,
Gassed on the P’s, moving TT, gotta stay calm,
Drippy in the trapstar gear, fam, we stay blessed, fam.
(Verse 2)
Corn in the mash, opps holding smoke,
Big rambo in the ride, man don’t provoke,
Ducking from the Feds, that’s a peak kinda vibe,
Skrrting out the yard, glide out, then we hide.
Nitties at the door, shotting food for the chop,
OT on a mission, man's taking the top,
From the streets to the yard, running grafts, I’m the plug,
Got the kettle on my wrist, and the drip they all love.
Big man ting, tryna say less, moving right,
But the opps wanna slide, so we’re active tonight,
Man's wavy on the rhythm, still lowkey with the vibes,
But I’ll back the ting quick if you try cross lines.
(Bridge)
Salty guys chat, but they can’t touch the G’s,
Man’s stacking bands, no dead moves, just the P’s,
Trust the mandem, they’ll hold it down, they’re safe,
We stay moving calm, vex them when we escape.
Fronting pagans acting bait, don’t know ‘bout the grind,
Rah, these youths are moving mad, are you dumb?, out of time
Big racks in the yard, whip parked outside,
Say nada, we’re calm, streets taught us to survive.
(Outro)
From the traphouse to the road, stay on point, that's my style,
Everything I’ve patterned, fam, I’ve done with a smile,
Gyal dem, they love me, opp boys just hate,
This is the life of a grinder, fam, I set my fate.
(Chorus)
Mandem out 'ere, gyal dem peng, that's bare fam,
Leng whip skrrt through the ends, where the bands land,
Gassed on the P’s, moving TT, gotta stay calm,
Drippy in the trapstar gear, fam, we stay blessed, fam.
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Trap before u rap
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Can you rap tho?
@@Ian-m7hI’m dead lol💀😂 this the whackiest shit I ever heard. Go ask J Cole if he done the same brethren🤣
@@Ian-m7hbefore u trap. U need to become a nitty so u can test the product yourself before buying and make sure it 10/10
1942 ona Friday
I got a couple young bucks tryna glide on Friday
My youngins so heartless busting shots on ya driveway
YO THE ROADS DONT LOVE YOU..LIKE THE SYSTEM WE BE STUCK IN..YO MY CLOTHES WER SECOND HANDS..UNTIL THE TIME I THOUGHT YO FUCK IT..IV BEEN HIT BY REALITY..N HARD TIME HAD ME STUCK IN..N YO MY HOME TURNED TRAP..WAS JUST A BASE FOR PIREX COOKING...🥶🥶
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YO LISTEN SEE MY RAPS..BRO THEY SPEAK FOR THEMSELF..YO BRO SEE THE TRAPS..THEY MADE A TRAP OUT OF MY HOUSE..MAD CATS N BAD HABITS..JUST USED TOO WALK IN N OUT..FOLLOW THEM YOU MUST BE MAD..I HEADED NORTH THEY HEADED SOUTH..🥶
I DONE MILES DOIN LAPS..FUCK THE SYSTEM TOO THE MAX..I DONE TIME FOR MY MOMZY..N I WONT EVER SEE IT BACK..IMAGINE NO VISITS NO LETTERS..FOR THE LOVE OF HARD CRACK..I DID CRIME IN ALL WEATHER'S..JUST TRYNA FIND OUT WHO I AM..🥶🥶
I LOST MY HEART IN THE 90S..NOW IT'S FROZEN IN TIME..IM REALLY TRYNA LOVE AGAIN..BUT IM JUST GETTING WARNING SIGNS..RED FLAGS N BUTTERFLIES..GUT FEELINGS DONT EVER LIE..TRUST YOUR GUT MY BRO..OR YOU GON END UP DOING TIME...🥶
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