"Steel Banglez (QWYA)" lyrics
I ain't nuttin like them fake yutes
My music vid was trending on my debut
Then I did the turkey shutdown
They said it weren't enough, I bought the young'uns buss downs
Let the streets talk, no promo
Then I got shegged for 'Can't Blame Me', I shoulda won a MOBO
I ain't had a manager or label, I was solo
Lost a hundred racks that summer, I was so low
Turned down six figures, signed my first deal
No advance on a JV, now it's worth mills
In '018, I had a sold-out tour
Like how that nigga blow? He's a known outlaw
The summer after that, they thought I was done
Then I dropped 'Crabs in a Bucket', went number one
Ended up back in jail, they're like, "Now he's done"
Came home, dropped two albums, had another run
I told these niggas I was going from Church Road to Hollywood
I love all my niggas and I'd bring them all with me if I could
You'll never see another rapper like me, I'm the last don
And guarantee they're gonna miss me when I'm gone
Looking back, it's gone fast
At least I ain't like them washed rappers on them podcasts
Ask them trappers in the hood who used to throw them keys
Now I do festivals overseas and throw up C's
Every time I drop an album, all the hustlers love it
Dropped a couple short films, 'bout to up the budget
Niggas used to call me for packs
Used to sit on the wall, now my wall's full of plaques
I came in the game Armani'd off
My Fire in the Booth took off, shout out Charlie Sloth
School days, I got paid more than my teacher
Now I get £100K just for a feature
These niggas chasing clout, fam, I'm not them
Ice City everywhere, Skrapz just had a top ten
Feels like I dropped my first mixtape the other day
It's been over a decade, like, what more can I say?
I told these niggas I was going from Church Road to Hollywood
I love all my niggas and I'd bring them all with me if I could
You'll never see another rapper like me, I'm the last don
And guarantee they're gonna miss me when I'm gone
My music vid was trending on my debut
Then I did the turkey shutdown
They said it weren't enough, I bought the young'uns buss downs
Let the streets talk, no promo
Then I got shegged for 'Can't Blame Me', I shoulda won a MOBO
I ain't had a manager or label, I was solo
Lost a hundred racks that summer, I was so low
Turned down six figures, signed my first deal
No advance on a JV, now it's worth mills
In '018, I had a sold-out tour
Like how that nigga blow? He's a known outlaw
The summer after that, they thought I was done
Then I dropped 'Crabs in a Bucket', went number one
Ended up back in jail, they're like, "Now he's done"
Came home, dropped two albums, had another run
I told these niggas I was going from Church Road to Hollywood
I love all my niggas and I'd bring them all with me if I could
You'll never see another rapper like me, I'm the last don
And guarantee they're gonna miss me when I'm gone
Looking back, it's gone fast
At least I ain't like them washed rappers on them podcasts
Ask them trappers in the hood who used to throw them keys
Now I do festivals overseas and throw up C's
Every time I drop an album, all the hustlers love it
Dropped a couple short films, 'bout to up the budget
Niggas used to call me for packs
Used to sit on the wall, now my wall's full of plaques
I came in the game Armani'd off
My Fire in the Booth took off, shout out Charlie Sloth
School days, I got paid more than my teacher
Now I get £100K just for a feature
These niggas chasing clout, fam, I'm not them
Ice City everywhere, Skrapz just had a top ten
Feels like I dropped my first mixtape the other day
It's been over a decade, like, what more can I say?
I told these niggas I was going from Church Road to Hollywood
I love all my niggas and I'd bring them all with me if I could
You'll never see another rapper like me, I'm the last don
And guarantee they're gonna miss me when I'm gone
