The Professional E

So we might as well get into this one Right here Produced by my brother Loco Called The Professional I mean, we get the job done No matter Where it is It's the Test The Commission where we handle shit like grown men Shout Brother Jimmy Let them know how we do this All pussies fall back, this ain't nothing petty Married to the streets, bag of sweets for confetti Riding with my baddest bitch, I tell her she My bestie Hair like Cassie, cat suit like Jessie And she rock J's way better than them Jezzy's She roll up my haze and she cook a Nigga brekkie My nigga got the dark, he call It that Wesley I got Paris in the Hilton And she ain't on her hezzy Yeah, they call Me young Teffy, fat love specially Your boy James Coffee catch you when you having brekkie Right-handed but I still whack it with the lefty Nigga, I'm a pesty, good fella, call me Pesci Still got a ring ring trap that's where Teffy Or make the matic go ba-bang for your gold Prezi Still drink Yak, Goose, Rosé, Remy And beef will never die, we all close To our semis But we gotta chase fetty, that's The M or deli Riding in the rental, Just got a gram from Denny's On the blower To my brudda in the bing on his celly Said he got the drop for me, told me It's the belly Can't sit around all day smoking On this smelly Because trill niggas die young, Word to Makaveli It's me against the world and Motherfucker, I'm ready Make my girlfriend bust it, Tell them pussies come and get me The G's Come around and we hold a gang session Bottles Go round and so does the blessy Thankful for My gifts, the most merciful blessed me Reflecting on My sins, I know some of them are petty I try and live life but think about death Readily Because I don't wanna die in a state I ain't ready One time for the young G's In the cemetery And when they bury me, I beg you be off the Dezzy In the CLC last night riding with Femi Had some Greek Food then we lit the sharp's breffy Was chatting To your chick and she had me on the Telly I had her green and tea then I Had her in a telly They got us on The wire in a closed circuit telly Yeah, the Feds are building cases, shit is getting scary You Don't need mess with mine, how you brandishing your Benzies? Because we don't watch faces, we rack them Like prezzy Yeah, they call me young Teffy, Classy but messy White boys say I'm heavy, I'm the black Elvis Presley Always on the crud Like Arthur Patrelli Down south hospitality but nah, I ain't Nelly Bitch, I'm Jimmy Conway, robbing man And giving pennies Put dons on a move, Yeah, we icing that jelly Don't get your arse Rolled on like Kelly No deodorant, We spray sure, call me Debbie Uh-huh I mean, Half of you that will go way over your Head innit You ain't really been on no jobs You don't Get hired You're not professional I mean, my brother Jimmy Says it all himself innit Trilling Yeah, G Shouts out to the Road Boy team Y'all already know man Shouts out to the Hills Productions, you know Whole family Shouts out to the OGs, to see you Salute But we gotta keep That vibe going innit Yeah It's Trilling It's Gaffa My brother Young Teff Ah, come on, we do this every day, every Night