Facts x2

10k on this lit
Me and you we ain’t the same
I’m that young nigga jumping out the black and white range
I’m that young nigga making older niggas feel lame
& my bro Skrilla put 25 on a chain
I’m pushing thru the hood
Like Slim said I’m good
Niggas preeing on the kid
But I wish a nigga would
Made 60 bags last year
This year, doubled that
Went Marbella wid the lads & spent 20 stacks
I’m cutting thru the same strip
Same cliq
New bitch
9 weren’t enough
So we had to add a new clip
You’d think I’m a locksmith
Got keys on keys
Might change my name to Timberland
Got rich off trees
It’s just the other day me & Skril spent 20 stacks
Coulda went the vault & bought 2 new plate Batman’s
Or coulda went Liverpool and grabbed 2 hand.
I’m busy eating uptown
The ops stressing on my gram
Wasn’t always Don Ju, Nobu & Hakkasan
It was once old school, ridgebacks, 7 grams
Riding round the op block
Rammys out, stabbing man
Now I ring the postman
Like please say my package land
& when this bud pack lands
Turn my strip to Amsterdam
But lemme take you further back
Footy cards & stick on tats
Always dreamt to be the man
So I did hand to hands
& if a nigga spoke tough
I was the first to throw my right hand
Me & T we had a plan
Started with the Rasta man
Bought a q of shit grub
& flipped it to a bag of sand
Just the other day
Me and Rash split 20 bags
Add it to the stack
Just to count this need 4 hands
But once I flip this g pack
I’m gone again for couple weeks
Book a flight somewhere hot and go cool off by the beach
Tell her baby no stress you can get that Birkin bag just hold on to this 44 and
grease it so it don’t jam
Said I made 60 jibs
Now niggas hate on the kid
But I’m that same ol kid that bought a Q and made it flip
I’m that same ol kid that bitches didn’t take in
I put in time on the strip just to get this lit
They don’t see the late nights and early mornings that I put in
All they see is the cake & I want a slice of my pudding
Used to wear tight shoes and have to squeeze to put my foot in
Now I really run my city like I’m Vladimir Putin
I remember them days when nuttin weren’t funny
Then I copped a Q of cheese & got my trap real jumpy
Now my whole team comfy
I gave my youngens two pumpys
& now they’re active in the field & I ain’t talking rugby