Ha Simple I chase for my way Their from a side We can never relate 2 in a Q had to a cut From a briz can't glide Same time I got money to make Their tryna take both My eyes from the goal Could of been years thank God for parole Pedalling back then draws Keep sellin em till I got racks to the point It don't fold Melanin dark skin tats And feminine lookin 10/10 Yet again uno Levelling up tryna Leave scenes nuts No lord of the mics When my bro reloads One ting go bow Other ting go sho Tryna bring the ting Through anywhere I go Tryna get high For the price of the low Tryna get fly For the uh for the hoes Bro spent 5 on a uh for a coat Just to rock shit Once cus it's the code I ain't play no games I'm trapped with the O's That's doing 10 tens Ding dongs on the road Thats 4 by 4 just skeetin up I'm wheelin it up no meanin to us I'll crash this **** Try callin my bluff Den Bow bow bow bow Ay Smoke Crash man Super Mario Bro Pac-man i aint tryna be ghost Lack fam turn Doja pack I got Doja packs Just land in the ends uno No one runs ends like we Zodiac packs all over the globe Millions soon in the bank Million ways you can never be man Tek mans gyal Ain't part of the plan Same way these jakes Weren't part of the plan But they get in the way once They know who I am Packs up in camper vans One wrong move den I might hit can Flyin thru T gotta sale in sands Gotta buck LB soon The pack just lands Simple I chase for my way Their from a side We can never relate 2 in a Q had to a cut From a briz can't glide Same time I got money to make Their tryna take both My eyes from the goal Could of been years Thank God for parole Pedalling back then draws Keep sellin em till I got racks To the point it don't fold Melanin dark skin tats And feminine lookin 10/10 Yet again uno Levelling up tryna Leave scenes nuts No lord of the mics When my bro reloads One ting go bow Other ting go sho Tryna bring the ting Through anywhere I go Tryna get high For the price of the low Tryna get fly for the uh For the hoes They ain't built lines Just stayed at the flats Took snap of the crib No bando mashed Tryna jump on road Don't know to react When the packs get grabbed And your YG dash Tellin em proud U ain't made no bands VVS on the wrist VVS on my hands But first thing first Reload in the trap That stack look fatter Then Cardi back Bringing it back Like Digga and Tracey Wycnarm boy see The hoodlums raise me Baby boy Still double tap cah Her bum look good In the dress amaze me Bringing the zips right Thru start billing it Bricks of snow get The ying start chinging it MOT just failed And its got no tax But I'm still On the backroad winging it Simple I chase for my way Their from a side We can never relate 2 in a Q had to a cut From a briz can't glide Same time I got money to make Their tryna take both My eyes from the goal Could of been years Thank God for parole Pedalling back then draws Keep sellin em till I got racks to the point It don't fold Melanin dark skin tats And feminine lookin 10/10 Yet again uno Levelling up tryna Leave scenes nuts No lord of the mics When my bro reloads One ting go bow Other ting go sho Tryna bring the ting Through anywhere I go Tryna get high For the price of the low Tryna get fly For the uh for the hoes