300 Miles

Came up on ACs & deets, from a teen been stacking them notes
I was tryna see all the Gs them eat 'cos they're stuck on them roads
No love for police, scream "Free up the team" till them man come home
Still sending canteen, no letters no need 'cos the gangs got phones

And I ain't ever jugged on a stove
Made money on logs & pros
Young g said he wanna make ps
By the end of the week he was striking in O

All for the love of the dough
300 miles by coach
You ain't even gotta be gone for the week
Same evening you'll make it home

Same evening you'll make it home
No cap, no lies
All you gotta do is pattern these phones
Like fam, it's light
Night before just remember the pro
Then look the workers in the eye
If there's insiders it's a goal
But sometimes just gotta go blind
But it's alright, just improvise

Take risks and prosper
I lost count of the sites I clicked
I seen too many shots hit crossbars
I can't stand when them strikers miss
Pissed
By now I should have been rich
But Ls and pigs came and switched up my script
I can't tell you about flicking my wrist
But I'll tell you about flips that I made from a click

The whole team eats right but that shits been normal
From young been in banks dressed formal
And I've never trapped by the seaside
I was tryna see 5 Gs in Coral
Can't tell me about cash withdrawals
Them man try scam but they're awful
Half the prof' goes back into jobs
And I still put gwop in chops thats lawful

So ask about missions that I did
Manage them jobs I ain't striking
They say they hate scammers they're lying
They're running me down for half prices
I've never put magic in Pyrex
Re-up on Bitcoin I don't buy zeds
Topping up phones for my lifers
I come from them roads I done mileage

Came up on ACs & deets, from a teen been stacking them notes
I was tryna see all the Gs them eat 'cos they're stuck on them roads
No love for police, scream "Free up the team" till them man come home
Still sending canteen, no letters no need 'cos the gangs got phones

And I ain't ever jugged on a stove
Made money on logs & pros
Young g said he wanna make ps
By the end of the week he was striking in O

All for the love of the dough
300 miles by coach
You ain't even gotta be gone for the week
Same evening you'll make it home