Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pozer
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pozer
Songwriter
Young Madz
Songwriter
Dmitry Volynkin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young Madz
Producer
REUP LONDON
Producer
Kross Cut It
Mixing Engineer
J Rocs
Mixing Engineer
Jeremy Cooper
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I done it with gang and I done it alone (mmm, nah, turn that up)
Know my ting, bu-bu-bad to the bone
(Young Madz, tur-t-t-tu-t-t-)
Roll this dope, smoke, and toke
Southside of the water, ain't a joke
I chop green then I'm letting it go
My nigga put faith in a kitchen stove
If it ain't 'bout bread, don't call my phone
If it ain't 'bout progress, leave me alone
I done it with gang and I done it alone
Niggas know my ting, bu-bu-bad to the bone
From a Q to a half to a fours
I'm still in and out of the warehouse doors
I mash work, of course
It could have been from a next
I sauced my first blade at nine
At the age of 12, slap bine, 15, beat a court case
I flied it on the strip
It's clear mine's different to your ye
In and out of these council flats
Tryna better my stacks, packs letting it fly
I'm in the trap with the ramz on my lap
If I ain't got scales, I'll do it by eye
Backstrap spliff on a dirty Sprite
ZK ramz on a rusty spin
Rollin' around but I can't see him
There's about five man in this tinted dings
Weed, whips, lean, liqour
Hennessy make girl turn stripper
Shanks, bine, peds, dingers
Love my life, I'm a real hood nigga
The teeth on the ramz sliced him and his life
The bine out the .9 caught man like gourmet
I slang packs but growing's my forte
I've been doing it since secondary school days
Roll this dope, smoke, and toke
Southside of the water, ain't a joke
I chop green then I'm letting it go
My nigga put faith in a kitchen stove
If it ain't 'bout bread, don't call my phone
If it ain't 'bout progress, leave me alone
I done it with gang and I done it alone
Niggas know my ting, bu-bu-bad to the bone
I need bread, not clout, figures
I want bruck-back, nines and spinnas
Samurais, ZKs and flickers
Live at the nine-five, I ain't one of these niggas
Roads is real, gotta keep mine on me
And I know you get what you give, it's mad
Creep up stealth with the nifteens wonky
Due to tek wah the only son that she had
The same time I'm tryna level up and do greatness
Allah made this and that's talking facts
How you gonna G-check me with my stainless?
The yute's brainless, how I'll ying it and dash
Long time I ain't been Jummah, I'm wasted
I'm all wasting time that I don't have
PTSD brandishing my shavers
Don't know if it's motor or jump out gang
Tried chinging up Totts, but it popped, are you serious?
Said I won't slide to his side, he's delirious
Block the flip now i'm serious
My nigga said roll this dope and cool
I'm outside when this shit get serious
I ain't here cah I'm tryna look cool
Mask on face like Ray Mysterious
I'm on TFL with this stainless tool
Roll this dope, smoke and toke
Southside of the water, ain't a joke
I chop green then I'm letting it go
My nigga put faith in a kitchen stove
If it ain't 'bout bread, don't call my phone
If it ain't 'bout progress, leave me alone
I done it with gang and I done it alone
Niggas know my ting, bu-bu-bad to the bone
Writer(s): Dmitry Volynkin
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