Dreaming
Working my way into the spot
Part of the problem is that I haven't popped
Controlling the damage before it gets a lot
I got brothers we thicker than clots
Burning the bread, trying to toast
And Imma toast to a shot
How you do me ugly
Act like you not
That shit disgusting
Tie my stomach in knots
And I be turning the tides
Taking my time
Yo what's the time I forgot
Matter fact run me your watch
That's how it is on the block
Espionage
Feel like I'm Griselda Blanca
Any moment I can pop
Smoke me a blasj
Clutch it like I hold a grudge
Back at it a massage
That candid on camera
Chop it up a collage
Put it all on bro's
Clichè if I said squad
Whatever we already know
Whatever I'm already dope
Whatever I already smoked
They want me to dip like fuck it my nigga
Whatever I'm already ghost
Athletico on the Telly
I strike while it's hot, peri-peri
The chilli and pepper whatever
I know that I'm seasoned
Get a rhetoric
Pathetic doe they always so petty
Wanna drive but they never got gas cash
Statistics they stack up by many
But they shining they standing like flash-flash
It was vivid in the flashback
Smoke so much I need a gas mask
Half-ass
Who cannot ask
Who's on half tank
Volume full blast
Bite the bullet, raise boat mast
She just wanna drive the boat man
She just wanna drive the boat man
But I know my homies most
Part of the problem is that I haven't popped
Controlling the damage before it gets a lot
I got brothers we thicker than clots
Burning the bread, trying to toast
And Imma toast to a shot
How you do me ugly
Act like you not
That shit disgusting
Tie my stomach in knots
And I be turning the tides
Taking my time
Yo what's the time I forgot
Matter fact run me your watch
That's how it is on the block
Espionage
Feel like I'm Griselda Blanca
Any moment I can pop
Smoke me a blasj
Clutch it like I hold a grudge
Back at it a massage
That candid on camera
Chop it up a collage
Put it all on bro's
Clichè if I said squad
Whatever we already know
Whatever I'm already dope
Whatever I already smoked
They want me to dip like fuck it my nigga
Whatever I'm already ghost
Athletico on the Telly
I strike while it's hot, peri-peri
The chilli and pepper whatever
I know that I'm seasoned
Get a rhetoric
Pathetic doe they always so petty
Wanna drive but they never got gas cash
Statistics they stack up by many
But they shining they standing like flash-flash
It was vivid in the flashback
Smoke so much I need a gas mask
Half-ass
Who cannot ask
Who's on half tank
Volume full blast
Bite the bullet, raise boat mast
She just wanna drive the boat man
She just wanna drive the boat man
But I know my homies most
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Writer(s): Zain Ntuli
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