Ghamstad Naaier Lyrics

It was documented, now look what I've invented

Burgers and chilli sauce, be the dog for the cause

With no round of applause, call it outlaws Brand everything, make it yours

Four billion kicks, I had to do chores Now I get it from stores

Same building, different floors Lounging with the limeys, eating mimes

Strolling the streets with the kids, shoot guns

Don't work, pushing fancy's Reality raps, no crappies

I call em lamadappies We made nothing out of something

Fuck the gram, we trying to own land Catch a suntan, so the money stay brown in

My hand Not just about the gangs and the slangs

My music empower fans, the beats try to put me in jail

Got it hard but you fail, I'm a skiddo I'm a skiddo, she's got the shorts but I'm

Cold A baby is born, another soul had to let go

Keep gang so listen, don't be bristled I got keys, holding the pistol

Drive-bys innocent, no cat line, fail gefreed Double time I gone deep, my name is going

Round in the cape Like the money bag in the my seat

Liquidate your business like I'm Wajid Real ghetto, nothing starnish

I'ma make you a starfish I stood crack, no one like me

Iphone charger, you a taxi I was 22, she was 35, sucking dick was a vibe

You fucking with a G, you fucking with a Don

Gangsta, now you're dead, where you from

You fucking with a G, you fucking with a Don

Gangsta, now you're dead, where you from

Southside in this bitch

I don't really speak to us, nowadays, you know what I'm saying

Um, you know, basically, I ain't really trying to talk, I'm just the one that, you know

The results, you know, it's going to show and prove