"INTRO" lyrics
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Wagans wanna flip that script on me when all my respect been earned
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The wagans wanna flip their script on me when all my respect been earned
2025, 'cause there ain't no get back in three years, now all of them hurt
Free all the mandem, waitin' for sentencin', with them old heads burnt
Listen, fling one corn at his headie again then turn, turn, turn, turn
All of their young bucks shocked how we did it, but soon gonna learn
Listen, get the drop from ITV or from BBC, now it's news confirmed
Same— same way we buss open packs, the court throw charges for being concerned
How come my lifers count all the days when the judge in the court just adjourned? Look
How can my lifers count all the days doin' bird when they didn't even do that dirt?
We don't even know who burst (Shh)
Gotta be careful on a verse
I can't— I can't splash out dough on a gyal, my designated shooter comes first
Took a break off rap, 'cause the courts try mention my name like dirt (Buck)
Took a break off rap, cah we all know who's on a shirt
Now it's awkward, 'cause these mutual rappers saw six oppers carry a hearse (Ugh, tuh)
Nearly got minus two but instead that stab and shot wound made him revert
I can't mention names but I bet he can tell you which one's worse
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If the parties playin' my opps, tell the DJ turn that off
Matter of fact, take a guess who turned that off, we pull up and burst out shots
Turn a zero to minus one, they forgot, now it's back to coke in a box
I got my jewels 'cause suttin got packed, but they got their jewels for what?
Last year saw everyone switch up, that's why their glee gets lift up
Already said man turn red like bigger, retaliate quick, will solve that hiccup
I need a brand new mash for a stick-up, tell little man pattern the pickup
Rapid response, anyting gets lit up
We're not satisfied, yeah we still want one more red rum, drink up
Don't spell redrum in reverse, till the man over there don't slip up
Hit that, burst it, slide with the liquor
Risk that life sentence for my nigga
Can't beat up myself 'bout wealth, I'm half all their age and I'm richer
And I still govern, they need more guns for their hitters
Listen
Wagans wanna flip that script on me when all my respect been earned
Listen
The wagans wanna flip their script on me when all my respect been earned
2025, 'cause there ain't no get back in three years, now all of them hurt
Free all the mandem, waitin' for sentencin', with them old heads burnt
Listen, fling one corn at his headie again then turn, turn, turn, turn
All of their young bucks shocked how we did it, but soon gonna learn
Listen, get the drop from ITV or from BBC, now it's news confirmed
Same— same way we buss open packs, the court throw charges for being concerned
How come my lifers count all the days when the judge in the court just adjourned? Look
How can my lifers count all the days doin' bird when they didn't even do that dirt?
We don't even know who burst (Shh)
Gotta be careful on a verse
I can't— I can't splash out dough on a gyal, my designated shooter comes first
Took a break off rap, 'cause the courts try mention my name like dirt (Buck)
Took a break off rap, cah we all know who's on a shirt
Now it's awkward, 'cause these mutual rappers saw six oppers carry a hearse (Ugh, tuh)
Nearly got minus two but instead that stab and shot wound made him revert
I can't mention names but I bet he can tell you which one's worse
(Listen)
If the parties playin' my opps, tell the DJ turn that off
Matter of fact, take a guess who turned that off, we pull up and burst out shots
Turn a zero to minus one, they forgot, now it's back to coke in a box
I got my jewels 'cause suttin got packed, but they got their jewels for what?
Last year saw everyone switch up, that's why their glee gets lift up
Already said man turn red like bigger, retaliate quick, will solve that hiccup
I need a brand new mash for a stick-up, tell little man pattern the pickup
Rapid response, anyting gets lit up
We're not satisfied, yeah we still want one more red rum, drink up
Don't spell redrum in reverse, till the man over there don't slip up
Hit that, burst it, slide with the liquor
Risk that life sentence for my nigga
Can't beat up myself 'bout wealth, I'm half all their age and I'm richer
And I still govern, they need more guns for their hitters
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Writer(s): Charles K. Wilson, Anthony D. Wheaton, Harrel Buddy Jones
