Life Gone

Stop for you. Stop for you. Maybe I, Maybe I. Stop the one. you. Wherever you. For the for. R-R-R-RC Beats on the fucking track Feels like we're running out of time, yeah, we're Chopping hard. We ain't never looking back, And if we get nicked, that's a life gone. And if we get nicked, that's another mother's son Gone. Yeah, the streets don't love us, but they Provide for supper. So I stay chopping, And I stay with my brothers. Made 100 bags, but I still ain't copped a Bezel. 'Cause the streets will kill you for a Bit of diamond metal. Feels like we're running out of time, yeah, we're Chopping hard. We ain't never looking back, And if we get nicked, that's a life gone. And if we get nicked, that's another mother's son Gone. Yeah, the streets don't love us, but they Provide for supper. So I stay chopping, and I stay with my Brothers. Made 100 bags, but I still ain't copped A bezel. 'Cause the streets will kill you for A bit of diamond metal. Remi-reminiscing at night times, was it good change Or bad change? I guess I'm yet to know. My circle's tight, fake ones got dropped, But the real ones survived. Shout out my batch. I, I gave my own friend couple squares and He bumped me, and now he wonders why we Don't speak But now I make profit 10K drops, I ain't talking about the losses. Designer drip with some spikey Louis bottoms. My bitch kept it real, that's why I'm on A date in hacky. I told her I love Her, I ain't lying. When, I was down, she Was always around. She's my ride or die, So I gave her the crown. Feels like we're Running out of time, yeah, we're chopping hard. We ain't never looking back, and if we get Nicked, that's a life gone. And if we get nicked, that's another mother's son Gone. Yeah, the streets don't love us, but they Provide for supper. So I stay chopping, And I stay with my brothers. Made 100 bags, but I still ain't copped a Bezel. 'Cause the streets will kill you for a Bit of diamond metal Now it's, Now it's, now it's AP settings. No tings, straight laptop. Send them drops, that's the most that you can Do. We don't chop bricks lie fools and we Spoof them pricks. That's 10 bags that we're Shooting in. And if my runner don't cash it, I can't lie, he's pissed. And if the hoarder chops it, that's a straight Home visit. Used, used to be a baller, Surrounded by ballers. Now I do F surrounded by hella choppers. Yeah, we make serious profit. I always told my mum we'll be young bosses. Seeing tears in her eyes, 'cause she don't like The life that I've chosen Sorry, Mum, one day I'll be the son that you've Always wanted. And I'll be the son you've always Wanted. R-R-R-RC Beats on the fucking track. Feels like we're running out of time, yeah, we're Chopping hard. We ain't never looking back, And if we get nicked, that's a life gone. And if we get nicked, that's another mother's son Gone. Yeah, the streets don't love us, but they Provide for supper. So I stay chopping, And I stay with my brothers. Made 100 bags, but I still ain't copped a Bezel. 'Cause the streets will kill you for a Bit of diamond metal. Feels like we're running out time, yeah, we're Chopping hard. We ain't never looking back, And if we get nicked, that's a life gone. And we get nicked, that's another mother's son gone. Yeah, the streets don't love us, but they provide For supper. So I stay chopping, and I stay With my brothers. Made 100 bags, but still ain't Copped a bezel. 'Cause the streets will kill you For a of diamond metal