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Description
Featured Artist: Young Adz
Lead Vocals: Young Adz
Producer: Eight 8
Composer: Young Adz
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah
My first drive in the Lambo', I hit the ends
I ain't no gang leader or member, shoutout my friends
I'm really from my hood, I re'd up off a skeng
Pray this Janazah and told Fish, "In Jannah, we will meet again"
It's the same me, same me with the same team
Half a million 'round my neck, it gave me brain freeze
Hard-headed nigga, I can't take heed
Bro told me, "Take one," but I'ma take three (Take three)
Bro, you know we made it out the mud, darg (Mud, darg)
Pray to Allah with PeeWee, that's my mad darg (Mad darg)
I fell for her again, she had me stuck, darg (Stuck)
You're talkin' way too fast, I'm on some drugs, love
Awkward conversations with Goddy, he on the run
"You came out of the charts in OTR, it's been two months" (Mm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's dumb (Dumb)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's done (Done)
Freestylin' on a PJ, it's so weird (Uh)
Look outside the window, see my future so clear (Clear)
Twenty-nine, my chain be whiter than some louvres veneers
I'ma give another bag to Palestine soon as this milli clears
It's the way you mix the Lulu and the
Louis and your hair drop to your arse
You don't reply because you're bougie
I know you hate me, but the truth is I didn't manipulate or use you
I just clocked that the love weren't
There and it weren't mutual (Yeah)
And it's funny how the things they hate
About you makes them lose you (Uh)
But it's the things they'll miss the most
About you when it is your funeral (Uh)
I'm in Chanel in the backroom, that's my usual (Mm)
Different sort of flex, I'm playin' DBE
In the shop, I'm on the Bluetooth, fam
Six hundred thousand spent just in Jan' (Just in Jan')
It's my letter to the streets
With killers and they from E
Baow, wipe you off your feet
I'm the GOAT around the sheep
They tryna put me on a tee
Prayin' Fajr, early morning, tears rollin' down my cheek
Gotta make it to Jannah, Allah knows, it's so peak
Never been dishonorable, nigga, that ain't me (Me)
Never fuck my nigga's ladies, brodie, that ain't P (P)
Never forget who put the burners in the team
One other, one or more, bro, that's what it's supposed to be
Workin' on myself, this codeine boost my self-esteem
Coco Chanel, I don't pay to fuck, they fuck for free
I took my chains off, now I'm playin' in my league
Big whips I be in, darlin', I don't ever need to leave
Push to start, skrrt, skrrt, got me speedin'
Push to start, skrrt, skrrt, now I'm speedin'
I was sober, but I back right up, I'm fiendin'
But I'm feelin' like I'm good and there's a reason
Feelin' like I'm good and there's a reason
English translation
Yeah
My first drive in the Lambo', I hit the ends
I ain't no gang leader or member, shoutout my friends
I'm really from my hood, I re'd up off a skeng
Pray this Janazah and told Fish, "In Jannah, we will meet again"
It's the same me, same me with the same team
Half a million 'round my neck, it gave me brain freeze
Hard-headed nigga, I can't take heed
Bro told me, "Take one," but I'ma take three (Take three)
Bro, you know we made it out the mud, darg (Mud, darg)
Pray to Allah with PeeWee, that's my mad darg (Mad darg)
I fell for her again, she had me stuck, darg (Stuck)
You're talkin' way too fast, I'm on some drugs, love
Awkward conversations with Goddy, he on the run
"You came out of the charts in OTR, it's been two months" (Mm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's dumb (Dumb)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's done (Done)
Freestylin' on a PJ, it's so weird (Uh)
Look outside the window, see my future so clear (Clear)
Twenty-nine, my chain be whiter than some louvres veneers
I'ma give another bag to Palestine soon as this milli clears
It's the way you mix the Lulu and the
Louis and your hair drop to your arse
You don't reply because you're bougie
I know you hate me, but the truth is I didn't manipulate or use you
I just clocked that the love weren't
There and it weren't mutual (Yeah)
And it's funny how the things they hate
About you makes them lose you (Uh)
But it's the things they'll miss the most
About you when it is your funeral (Uh)
I'm in Chanel in the backroom, that's my usual (Mm)
Different sort of flex, I'm playin' DBE
In the shop, I'm on the Bluetooth, fam
Six hundred thousand spent just in Jan' (Just in Jan')
It's my letter to the streets
With killers and they from E
Baow, wipe you off your feet
I'm the GOAT around the sheep
They tryna put me on a tee
Prayin' Fajr, early morning, tears rollin' down my cheek
Gotta make it to Jannah, Allah knows, it's so peak
Never been dishonorable, nigga, that ain't me (Me)
Never fuck my nigga's ladies, brodie, that ain't P (P)
Never forget who put the burners in the team
One other, one or more, bro, that's what it's supposed to be
Workin' on myself, this codeine boost my self-esteem
Coco Chanel, I don't pay to fuck, they fuck for free
I took my chains off, now I'm playin' in my league
Big whips I be in, darlin', I don't ever need to leave
Push to start, skrrt, skrrt, got me speedin'
Push to start, skrrt, skrrt, now I'm speedin'
I was sober, but I back right up, I'm fiendin'
But I'm feelin' like I'm good and there's a reason
Feelin' like I'm good and there's a reason