Intro (Hurt Your Parents Feelings)

[Verse 1: ST]
My young ting found that I rap
Now  she's on snap, tryna play my verse
I  only got love for the Lizzy
Feeling like headie
’cause money come first(Money)
My  broski just put a pack in pebs
Now  he's in cunch in shirt(Tight jeans)
Looking all formal
Don't  get it twisted, he’ll still mash works
En route to the opp block
Tell Lil bro come hold my line
Just tell them go the same spot
I'll  be back in time(Calm)
Lurk round there, jump out the ride
Let corn fly
How many times we been round there?
Numerous times
How many times we've done man up
And left no trace
Trident onto the kid
Truesay that my name holds weight
Fuck the judge and courts, I can't catch me another case
If I do [?] 'til my hearing dates

[Chorus: Dimzy]
CIDs on my case
They won't give me no space
And I got too much hoes on my case
They won't give me no space
I'm working
Even in my sleep, I’m working
My eyes are closed but I still got paid
I’m a businessman, i break bread with my niggas
Every other day we're dividing cake
Every other week mans tryna buy waps
How do you think my man caught shots on his back 2 Ls
[?] you’re under attack
You twats go and get your strap
And fly those packs
Shells and traps
We been doing map
Got big sticks in the 6
We still slide round and double-tap

[Verse 2: LD]
I'm still pulling up, no messing
I put this music ting aside any day for 1 of my bredrins
We don't just talk it, we live it
Man use every wap we mention
Man taught these kids how to drill
Still give a young boy a detention
Still teach a young boy some manners
Anytime we raise them spanners
And I been good with the hammers
Them days bro fly red bandanas
6.7 really do road
We don't know nothing ’bout ropes
And I still jeet that girl from them sides
LD really do loads
LD really do
And the feds and the opp them know
Young black man tryna progress
Why the feds wanna lock my show?
I was with M, Monkey, Loose, [?], and C Rose
I ain't gotta talk, they know
3 in a row, shook

[Chorus: Dimzy]
CIDs on my case
They won't give me no space
And I got too much hoes on my case
They won't give me no space
I'm working
Even in my sleep, I'm working
My eyes are closed but i still got paid
I'm a businessman, I break bread with my niggas
Every other day we're dividing cake
Every other week mans tryna buy waps
How do you think my man caught shots on his back 2 Ls
[?] you're under attack
You twats go and get your strap
And fly those packs
Shells and traps
We been doing map
Got big sticks in the 6
We still slide round and double-tap