Too Much Years
Too much years in jail they say I've gone mad
'08, I was running wild with my don strap
That's why they call me Potter
'Cah they know where my wands at
44 long, I'll have it kicking like Ong-Bak
Jakes wan harass me, so I take back streets
Pagans wan catch me, so I keep it ballsed off
Catch me, I make you bullet boi like Ashley
Now I'm tryin' to mash P, push white, smash B
Tryin' to cop the drop top, two smoking barrels and a lock stock
Line ringing non-stop, firing
Grind like I grind and this grind gets tiring
Mummy said, "You made your bed, son, you got to lie in it"
Got me flying O.T., A12 full speed
Big spliff peng cheese, Beamer, Bentley, Benz P's
Weed up in the ten piece
For my mummy struggle, so I had to pay the rent Gs
Bag my brother KV, bag my brother G-Star
Life ain't a game, if it was, I would restart
Instead, I'm in this fiend's yard
Goin' hard like Scarface for his green card
Crushing big buds in my palm tryna de-stress
Stuck up in this street mess, chilling in the deep end
Surrounded by some fake friends
But I'm just tryna make ends meet like the underground
Jezzys wanna run me down, telling me they love me now
Lick it and put somethin' down
Chewies and my button down
Smelling like a weed house
Been cutting trees down
Still throw up gang sign, never put my B down
Communities fiend out, never let me be child
They was having sleepovers, I used to sleep out
I'm a real street boy, dope man, d-boy
All about a reload, hood miss lebo
Line on early like T-Fo, shit, I mean T4
Line bang, C4, box money, G4
I ain't tryna be poor
If I had a wish, I'd wish I could see more
Abide by the street law
Up and down, in and out, dargie, 'til my feet sore
Dizzle told me take time, analyse the road side
Diz, I gotta get it fam, you know what these roads like
I could tell these youths what sosh like
I ain't playing ping pong, dargie, I'm a grown man
Still miss terror shit, my nigga, was the crow, man
RIP Wallace, RIP Fulla, Jesus, Allah, Buddha
I'm just praying that they let real Gs into heaven
Earl grounds eleven, streets took me 'round eleven
'08, I was running wild with my don strap
That's why they call me Potter
'Cah they know where my wands at
44 long, I'll have it kicking like Ong-Bak
Jakes wan harass me, so I take back streets
Pagans wan catch me, so I keep it ballsed off
Catch me, I make you bullet boi like Ashley
Now I'm tryin' to mash P, push white, smash B
Tryin' to cop the drop top, two smoking barrels and a lock stock
Line ringing non-stop, firing
Grind like I grind and this grind gets tiring
Mummy said, "You made your bed, son, you got to lie in it"
Got me flying O.T., A12 full speed
Big spliff peng cheese, Beamer, Bentley, Benz P's
Weed up in the ten piece
For my mummy struggle, so I had to pay the rent Gs
Bag my brother KV, bag my brother G-Star
Life ain't a game, if it was, I would restart
Instead, I'm in this fiend's yard
Goin' hard like Scarface for his green card
Crushing big buds in my palm tryna de-stress
Stuck up in this street mess, chilling in the deep end
Surrounded by some fake friends
But I'm just tryna make ends meet like the underground
Jezzys wanna run me down, telling me they love me now
Lick it and put somethin' down
Chewies and my button down
Smelling like a weed house
Been cutting trees down
Still throw up gang sign, never put my B down
Communities fiend out, never let me be child
They was having sleepovers, I used to sleep out
I'm a real street boy, dope man, d-boy
All about a reload, hood miss lebo
Line on early like T-Fo, shit, I mean T4
Line bang, C4, box money, G4
I ain't tryna be poor
If I had a wish, I'd wish I could see more
Abide by the street law
Up and down, in and out, dargie, 'til my feet sore
Dizzle told me take time, analyse the road side
Diz, I gotta get it fam, you know what these roads like
I could tell these youths what sosh like
I ain't playing ping pong, dargie, I'm a grown man
Still miss terror shit, my nigga, was the crow, man
RIP Wallace, RIP Fulla, Jesus, Allah, Buddha
I'm just praying that they let real Gs into heaven
Earl grounds eleven, streets took me 'round eleven
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