Can trial you for fiddy quid
Chicks trana gimmie pickney
The lengths I would go in protecting my soul
Dents in the road shook the whole crowd
I got a stone foundation n a stone house
So if goes down n shits floodin in then I won’t drown
Raw 6th floor alpha houser
Had a pole down my trouser leg
Only for if mandem move awkwardly when I’m out the ends
I’m Trana blow ya back as friends
Actions tend to cause a reaction cos I’m passionate
But they ain’t trana ration it
Laying in the gas they lit
Trained to be passive in the passa man a pacifist
Knuckle sandwich n a bag a chips
Young legend n a catalyst
But Know that who they brang could be the baddest but aint matching with the -
Can trial you for fiddy quid
Chicks trana gimmie pickney
Snap a picture with ya sista
Have you saying Oh brother
Trench coat to hide his waist incase the tip poking
Wherever he been stones fling
Like a glass house with window tints
All he know is sink or swim
grabbed it from the middle man And I ain’t sin both since
But leaves with the princesses
We ain’t speak e ingless’s
FaceTime me on the speaker phone
I don’t like to speak when man are round me but to each they own
They crowd around me like they Jesus home
Had my portion of the pain
Now the pain we got has champs in it
Still in this game because I stay minding my damn business
WRITERS
Venna, Malik Venner, Ashley Nwachukwu, Marco Bernardis, Alex Blake, Charlie Stacey