Violate (feat. Rops1)

Aye Yeah 64 Listen See we getting money We don't care what they say If they try violate we gon pull up where they stay Feds hate the fact That my boys push weight And my opps know we do not fuck with no blades Running my city When I talk they listen You can get robbed for your jewels that glisten How you scream gang When you ain't been convicted I ride for my set if I load up this Smithon Really from them streets Yeah we really from them housos We was really brought up round junkies We don't do no glocks round here Just some six shot spinners and sawn off pumpys Put holes in designer tees I'm in the studio Writing and lighting trees They can't do it how I do it And they know that's facts Yeah I come a long way from being broke and that Now we step outside And we're earning cash I get racks in my sleep so you can't beat that I ain't ever gonna change I got love for the trap I'm the only one to do this shit for the Mac These broke boys wanna hate tell em catch up We ain't fucking with them They can't match us These broke boys wanna hate tell em catch up We ain't fucking with them They can't match us Aye Pop smoke when we enter your party Nike tracksuit nah this ain't no Dior Money coming in so we stash that away Just in case one of these little dogs wanna war We ain't into the bitching Round here we don't fuck with no snitches I'm too street for the industry But I still got all of these labels listening Aye 45's maroon We beat your team we can't lose Couldn't buy a phone Now it's D&G on my shoes Yeah On these drugs yeah I'm feeling comfy In the Beamer seats with no roof That's boss shit I give youngins pumpys And they need a reason to shoot That's a plot twist Why They were plotting while I twist this Now them neeks in the boot All my Sunnybank boys hold chopsticks No sushi beef or katsu I grew up quick And I gotta sell rock Coz it's all I seen as a youth Mob ties They keep saying that I got this Coz I'm speaking that truth I'm on fire I just want bread got respect from the north to the south That's no lie Put the 4 to his forehead if he go and open his mouth That's a third eye Little goose said my name in the courtroom Then he had them holes in his house Birds eye View From the chopper the oibays bringing that polair out And we gon ride Til the sun comes out Fuck with mine and the guns come out They'll do the time put you under the ground That's the life of mine I'm the don I'm still out Here on the frontline Fuck all the clout Hustle up a mill That's the remedy If these broke bois still running their mouth Then brother its still, fuck my enemies He's Gone now But I learnt from my pop how to squash all this beef Please Back down Yeah that last little dog got shot in the knees I'm not joking We come from the streets Where we learn not to show no emotion And these bitches wonder Why I'm rolling buds up With the perkys that go with that potion Bitch please I been tryna get a house with a pool And a boat by the ocean Lick these Full kilos All the burn city coke from the coast but it's not me Got my trial coming in a moment We gonna see Tell my brother Keep the cypher bringing in the dope Til the dons free