[intro]
Run that back, toretto!
[verse 1: sage the flame]
Your nas is disguise guys, you know we nice my whole clique
Kicks are levis, don't mess with these guys they sick so be nice
Your bh done took a dick twice i ain't wanna be the one to tell you
But she belongs to the streets, bro, bro
I'm a beast on these beats, bro, bro
Look at the wrist, bro, bro
Top five in every list, bro, bro
You want beef? let’s see where it leads, bro, bro
I got killers down in leeds, bro, bro, ayy
[chorus]
Kick it till i burst a toe nail
I’m like, "oh well " you n***as dry like an old well
I ball like odell , barz like i’m in a old jail
I’m stuck with no bail, i might just win a nobel peace prize
[verse 2: sage the flame]
I was raised as a warrior, ayy
Na, im warning yah, ayy
I got killers in pretoria, ayy
Turn your wife into neria, ayy
I’m in your area, ayy
Turn this st into your burial, ayy
I’m in a different mood, ayy
I’m the living proof, ayy
I got bhes in my living room, ayy
When you walk in, better leave the room, ayy
I got killers down in liverpool
And my bh p**y like a swimming pool, ayy, ayy
[chorus]
Kick it till i burst a toe nail
I’m like, "oh well " you n***as dry like an old well
I ball like odell , barz like i’m in a old jail
I’m stuck with no bail, i might just win a nobel peace prize
[verse 3: flake ice]
I live my life for real
Throwing the dice for real
Making the beats like i’m pharrell
Can somebody give me a mill?
They say you weak in the streets when you living that broke life
But they will kill you again if you tryna be a spotlight
They hate it when i make beats, they hate it when i do rap
If i drop a dope track, there’ll be a funeral
No cap, 'cause jealousy and hate is killing them
None of us feeling them
They hate it when i win, but after that, i just win again
Ayy, who got the juice? who got the liquor?
Who got something, man? i need to kill the stress off
Please stop fronting, man
We don't care 'cause we do our thing right here
Some of them saying they love me, saying "flake, you the man"
We busy making beats so pandomuka maseni
I just want to write my bars, ndipe paper ne pen
Ayy, give me the beat, give me the mic, i need to drop these bars
I need to go so hard, but these streets ain't got love
[chorus]
Kick it till i burst a toe nail
I’m like, "oh well ," you nas dry like an old well
I ball like odell barz like i’m in a old jail
I’m stuck with no bail, i might just win a nobel peace prize, na