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[Chorus]
I don’t say no names
I don’t watch no face
I don’t see no change
Nah nigga ain’t changed
Got the bees still buzzing
The honeys just gotta love suttin’
I swear they never cared though
One finger in the air, middle finger in the air
I don’t give a fuck
I’m tryna raise my luck, keep grafting and raise these bucks
[Verse 1 – Crunch]
Yo, young boy grew up on awards shows
Said I was sickler, hardly on the ward though
See, many of my friends got handed to the pen
I was handy with a pen and I could draw a Marilyn
So they call me Andy Warhol, you know they call me Andy Warhol
Lord knows how we earnt red soles
I was walking through the war zone
Zone 1 to 6, I used to travel to record
Now I’m in a hooptie and I travel with the ball
The Jean Claude of rap in a van
You’ll be damned if I unload my pack of outlaws
You was on your doorstep, wasn’t really outdoors
Shit, I’m blessed with my blessings, you better count yours
[Verse 2 – Swarve Sutton]
Feel like we’re living in house of pain, jump around again
Stockwood, five man deep in this
No niggas kicking down doors or creeping in
I had side bitch sliding through the yard
She coming with her friend too
Tell me what we gon’ do
She want me, so I brought you
And I was Parklands chilling in the bando
I could have fucked her, never really banged though
Look, all I wanna see is how the money flips
Late night shift, make it double quick
Double or nothing, man I’m all about it
Yeah, there’s a couple niggas with me tryna make pro
Double or nothing, man I’m all about it
Couple niggas with me tryna make pro
[Chorus x2]
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