The Mantra

I stay on the road all night cah
You can't rely on no one
But I've got feds on my block
Non-stop and cats in roads
So I couldn't give a fuck about no Sho-G
Everyday I risk my freedom and miss my Gs dem
Putting in work like some
Indonesians in the sweatshop
Even though the bando's freezing
Freezing in the summer
Even on my one up, shit can get tun up
Mind how you're speaking
Seeing is believing
You ever seen a wolf in a sheepskin?
You ever seen a Scorps with the teeth in?
You ever see shade on the fire still beating?
I don't think you have though
I did it on a G ting you know what this is
Pulling up in foreigns like I'm Mitch
Fuck the fame, you can keep it
I ride around and get it
If I ain't talking better set him
Real life no edit's
They're just lying for the camera
Get money, that's the mantra
Free Money, that's the mantra
My new ting looks like Samantha Mumba
Thighs like thunder
Don't talk about riding
Mi start turn cruncher blacked out
The shards cracked out but
It smells like ganja
Trap till the sun's up
Smoke fill my lungs up
The mandem say I'm not social
I say I'm too old school
They can't even get a thumbs up
Acting like they've done stuff
My team's untouched, real G's amongst us
My trappers go ham
Bare blocks getting hugged up
Feds in the cut were getting tugged up