Testo Disgruntled

Most my bredrins ex-felons
One-five legend got links in Devon
That's where I'm heading
White girl Megan, quarter past eleven
Finger on the address, yes, it fell from heaven
I'm a basic yute tryna make it through
In a gray sweatsuit, drive or take that route
Tryna make that loot, make it quick and cute More time I'm on mute, wake up and burn a zoot
I'm on all kinds of fuckery, biscuit for everybody
The kickback lovely, your tings, dem are rusty
Big jacket puffy, you breathe so you're lucky
I don't know nobody, they link with everybody

Big money in bundles, came from the jungle
See big man crumble, who brung your uncle?
I came up a young bull, from gripping the handle
I can't be humble when man's disgruntled

We run tings, tings no run we
Some likkle soundboy try fi imitate me
The whole a dem boy dem a go dead and bury
Man are real badman inna di industry We run tings, tings no run we
Some likkle soundboy try fi imitate me
The whole a dem boy dem a go dead and bury
'Cah man are real badman inna di industry

Yeah, yeah-yeah
Woo

Mummy said I got a hard head, beef man with no bread
You're already half-dead, we ain't even started
These bredrin got clarted, dudes like rat head
The vehicle departed, I jump in my bed
If I got more jewel, I'ma got more tool
And I'm so old school, keep it so cool
Trust me, I'm no fool, and I got one rule
Keep something local, nigga, end up a sample

Big money in bundles, came from the jungle
See big man crumble, who brung your uncle?
I came up a young bull, from gripping the handle
I can't be humble when man's disgruntled

We run tings, tings no run we
Some likkle soundboy try fi imitate me
The whole a dem boy dem a go dead and bury
Man are real badman inna di industry
We run tings, tings no run we
Some likkle soundboy try fi imitate me
The whole a dem boy dem a go dead and bury
'Cah man are real badman inna di industry

We run tings, tings no run we
We run tings, tings no run we
Yeah, you got the grip, we need that
When I come, you got the world and I'mma see that

Big money in bundles, came from the jungle
See big man crumble, who brung your uncle?
I came up a young bull, from gripping the handle
I can't be humble when man's disgruntled

We run tings, tings no run we
Some likkle soundboy try fi imitate me
The whole a dem boy dem a go dead and bury
Man are real badman inna di industry
We run tings, tings no run we
Some likkle soundboy try fi imitate me
The whole a dem boy dem a go dead and bury
'Cah man are real badman inna di industry

Yeah
Rah!
Yeah, yeah-yeah