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[Verse]
Niggas in my hood say I can make it to the top
But, they know that I ain't cappin'
And my somethin' put it all up in his top
I know some good guys, get their savage on, kidnappin' on
Like, how long you been chattin' to the opps?
My niggas on tag
If I get a drop, he'll tag along
They ain't got racks, I'm baffled when they rap about shots
I ain't tryna give my heart unless I know that she the one
Look me in my eyes, promise me you'll never do me wrong
I tried act like I ain't 'bout it, she already clocked the hood in me
Half the hood's fake, I'm only bringin' half the hood with me
All I need's a mask, pair of gloves, and a hoodie beat
Niggas chat like bitches nowadays, make sure your pussy clean
Nothin' poppin' off on your behalf, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Niggas say my name too much, that's all they talk about
We don't care 'bout work that you worked when we weren't about
You ain't workin' nothin' now
Don't be throwin' up gang signs with no money in your pockets
I got big dreams, I ain't pennyin' your silly comments
I got blood on my nigga's shank, but that's not my problem
Now there' plugs gettin' sucked, this half-box ain't on Connie
Niggas pointin' fingers, if they grab me, I won't point nothin'
If I don't bust in rappin', then it's back to wrappin' point ones
What you know about bein' desperate for a place for the ting to stay
So you tell her it's a toy gun?
Feel sorry for my opps, why? Most of them shit at rappin', shit at trappin'
Scorin' on civilians, shit at bangin'
Who said you can't wear sliders in the trenches?
I see opps in my Gucci flip-flops, still get it crackin'
Or the Louis ones, Christian Dior drops, but I prefer the Louis ones
I got clout, so it's not hard to get the bougie ones
They won't tell me nothin' 'bout no Hakkasan, Nobu, or cocktails
I bet I'll still pattern that
I ain't been bowlin' in time, but, I've been knockin' down hoes like pins, so I'm fine
I got rocks in my shine, rocks in this G-pack
It's not about wantin', the fiends'dem, they need that
I used to do the night shift, and back then I never had three bags
My outfit today cost me three bags
So don't say I've changed, you're just statin' the obvious
I used to watch my olders gettin' money with binoculars
I got the opposite sex cattin', banged up with a nigga
From my hood we spent most our time chattin', who's set's more on it
And comparin' our stabbings
He's got more, but I made a nigga white flag it
Feel like Charles Lee Ray with this Rammy
Or should I say Chucky?
See a opp, I'ma leave the scene yucky
All I need is twenty seconds, like, say I'm in a hurry
I was aimin' for his face, bro was rippin' out his tummy
I'm still the perfect son in the eyes of my mummy
Even though feds hit the yard tryna find bunnies
On the 'Gram, she a star, but not a star from where I'm comin'
Surgery head to toe, but to us she's still—Tst
If she ain't tryna hold the ones, then to us, she's on nothin'
She don't care that I'm Clavish, and that makes me wanna cuff it
She don't pop up when she sees my in the Urus or the Culli'
And that's still not enough to prove it's not about the money
Got some real shit tatted on my stomach
My watch two-tone, but it came with several different colours
Not a pride thing why I hold grudges
But you can't backdoor me and think we're still gonna be brothers
Four-forty all in rose
If you're talkin' 'bout opps, I've stabbed couple to the bone
Hotel, she ain't comin' to my home
Half the hood don't promote my songs when they drop
Don't know why the fuck they think they're comin' to my shows
In school, I used to rob phones, not sell cookies in the corridor
Signed to the streets way before I signed to Polydor

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Ink stains spread where the borders froze
Maps fold twice, then the truth gets closed
Papers glow white while the ground corrodes
Every treaty cracked when the power imposed

Steel pens scribble on a coffin lid
Flags rise high when the rights forbid
Landmark lines shift under every bid
Voices get trimmed when the state gets rid
Old debts linger in the archive dust
New laws shine but the roots combust
Colonial scripts still shape the crust
History bleeds through a polished trust
Paper smiles wide when the blade’s concealed
Policy strikes where the scorched earth yields
Names wiped clean on a flattened field
Truth steps back when the ink gets sealed

Ink on the page while the wounds stay raw
Land erased smooth like a courtroom draw
Words look clean but the marrow saw
Broken treaties bite harder than the empire’s law

Maps redraw when the night turns red
Claims get filed while the witness bled
Pacts sound firm but the soil said “dead”
Silence rises where the footsteps spread
Borders drift thin in a cabinet room
Voices go missing in a legal tomb
Promises bloom then collapse too soon
Every seal pressed tight like a firing boom
Rights get folded in a clerk’s routine
Power walks straight through a ghost unseen
Stolen ground hums like a fractured machine
Legacy screams under paper sheen

Ink on the page while the wounds stay raw
Land erased smooth like a courtroom draw
Words look clean but the marrow saw
Broken treaties bite harder than the empire’s law

Papers claimed calm while the soil shook
Maps carved lines with a butcher’s look
Charters masked theft in a lawful book
Courts praised peace while the borders took
Parliaments cheered as the names dissolved
Decrees stayed sharp while the clans revolved
Governments smiled with a case resolved
History cracked where the claim evolved
Cabinets drafted a hollow decree
Councils marked lands that were never free
Agents pressed stamps where the blood ran deep
Ledgers kept quiet what the graves won’t keep

Ink on the page while the wounds stay raw
Land erased smooth like a courtroom draw
Words look clean but the marrow saw
Broken treaties bite harder than the empire’s law

Ink turns cold when the flags parade
Truth holds fire that the lies can’t fade
Broken treaties rise where the bones were laid
Every step forward walks through a stolen shade

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