Like we made it, came from the dirt, now we dangerous
Like we made it, came from the dirt, now we dangerous Ops on the block get smoked, leave ‘em nameless Like we made it, hundred bands stuffed in the stainless Glock got a beam, turn his brain into paintings ⸻ [Verse 1] Spin through the city, I move with the killers Chop got a drum, turn his fit to a spiller I don’t do talkin’, I’m not for the Twitter Catch him in traffic, his soul get delivered Whole lotta sticks, and they came with extensions Trap on fire, we don’t need no mentions Ops in the pack, add ‘em up like additions Came from the struggle, but I move like a villain Mask on tight, when I slide it’s a movie Backseat loaded, the clip look unruly Blood on the pavement, the scene look spooky Life in the field turned a saint to a goonie ⸻ [Hook] Like we made it, came from the dirt, now we dangerous Ops on the block get smoked, leave ‘em nameless Like we made it, hundred bands stuffed in the stainless Glock got a beam, turn his brain into paintings ⸻ [Verse 2] Four-door slide, got the stick in my lap Heard he dissin’ on the gang, now he sleep in the trap Hollows in the clip, make his body collapse Now his name in the sky, but it’s more on the map Money on my mind, I don’t stress on a hoe Whole team demons, we don’t play with the code I was stuck in the rain, now my neck on froze Still ridin’ with the pole, case the devil impose ⸻ [Hook/Outro] Like we made it, came from the dirt, now we dangerous Ops on the block get smoked, leave ‘em nameless Like we made it, hundred bands stuffed in the stainless Glock got a beam, turn his brain into paintings… (Grrah, grrah, boom…)
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Like we made it, came from the dirt, now we dangerous Ops on the block get smoked, leave ‘em nameless Like we made it, hundred bands stuffed in the stainless Glock got a beam, turn his brain into paintings ⸻ [Verse 1] Spin through the city, I move with the killers Chop got a drum, turn his fit to a spiller I don’t do talkin’, I’m not for the Twitter Catch him in traffic, his soul get delivered Whole lotta sticks, and they came with extensions Trap on fire, we don’t need no mentions Ops in the pack, add ‘em up like additions Came from the struggle, but I move like a villain Mask on tight, when I slide it’s a movie Backseat loaded, the clip look unruly Blood on the pavement, the scene look spooky Life in the field turned a saint to a goonie ⸻ [Hook] Like we made it, came from the dirt, now we dangerous Ops on the block get smoked, leave ‘em nameless Like we made it, hundred bands stuffed in the stainless Glock got a beam, turn his brain into paintings ⸻ [Verse 2] Four-door slide, got the stick in my lap Heard he dissin’ on the gang, now he sleep in the trap Hollows in the clip, make his body collapse Now his name in the sky, but it’s more on the map Money on my mind, I don’t stress on a hoe Whole team demons, we don’t play with the code I was stuck in the rain, now my neck on froze Still ridin’ with the pole, case the devil impose ⸻ [Hook/Outro] Like we made it, came from the dirt, now we dangerous Ops on the block get smoked, leave ‘em nameless Like we made it, hundred bands stuffed in the stainless Glock got a beam, turn his brain into paintings… (Grrah, grrah, boom…)
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