Transition lyrics

[Chorus]
n*ggas tryna get the best of zee
And I can’t let it get to me
My brother told me get this p
I gave my boy the recipe
All he knows is peb and fiends
Bagging up on press machines
Exactly what it’s meant to be
I started with a zed of each

[Verse 1]
Water on the stove, coke resin on my clothes
Told the kitties I got both, tryna get it in a loaf
All this power like I’m ghost, still tryna do the most
Itching for a brick, only kittens in my whip
You know it’s prison if I slip, don’t ring me for no tick
4 figures from my stick, n*ggas stepping out my line
Pebbing down a nine and I ain’t seen my mum in time
Now they’ve gone and took my bro, couple months up in the hole
Charge it to the roads, up in Harrods or its Sloane
Put my all into this phone, pray to god I make it home
Tired of this tone, tryna make off of rap
I’m going ape sh*t in the trap and n*ggas raving me I stack
Still save it like I’m flat, louis duffle on my back
Stuff it with these racks, drugs stuck up in the trap
Everyday I see a ton, I give a portion to my mum
Pumping Cali through my lungs, I won’t settle for no chips
Go getter on the strip, you know I pebbled every bit
Show my n*gga bout the T, now he’s juggy like he’s me
I’m just sorting out the Re’s, remember when I used to blow it
I’d be p*ssed and never show it, free my n*gga Ling I owe him
Bings home a couple months, I’m just adding up these sums
If they match up with the runs, can’t be in and out my drum
Spent a rack up on my jacket, I don’t ask no one to back it
n*ggas hate me cuz I mash it, me and jivy in that merc
Tryna go of on some dirt, treat my hustle like it’s work
Now I’m getting it in bulk, all the mandem bought a Hulk
Two fingers in her throat, I ain't even gotta gas
I don’t even need no vas, I just lug it in a flash
Put my peddle to the gas, that’s 200 on the dash
n*ggas tryna do the maths, you’d be gutted in my losses
Even though I’m making profit, for the Rolley has to cop it
Then I had to buss the sides, like I might not buss a rhyme
[Chorus]
n*ggas tryna get the best of zee
And I can’t let it get to me
My brother told me get this p
I gave my boy the recipe
All he knows is peb and fiends
Bagging up on press machines
Exactly what it’s meant to be
I started with a zed of each
n*ggas tryna get the best of zee
And I can’t let it get to me
My brother told me get this p
I gave my boy the recipe
All he knows is peb and fiends
Bagging up on press machines
Exactly what it’s meant to be
I started with a zed of each

[Verse 2]
Trippy whilst you fell asleep, whipping up and stretching grease
Told that b*tch to let me be, I just need to rest my feet
Tracky and my slides automatic every ride
Same pattern for my spin, corner shop I’m buying cling
2 phones with double simm, had to reason with my ting
Got my brother on the wing, everyday I chat to T
He’s just wishing he was free, said he misses getting P
Tryna rap out of the T, but the Lizzy won’t agree
When I step a n*ggas clean, now I lock of my machine
Little M will cause a scene, double barrel with the beam
Buss my n*gga tho he’s mean, I ain’t doing any lean
Getting money from my team, pulling up in AMG’s
n*ggas wishing I was broke, had that n*gga on the ropes
Made a killing of this dope, tryna keep my sh*t afloat
Feds f*cking in my grind, flying birds like I’m a swine
That’s my brother not my slime, I ain’t wasting any tile
Eight racks and that’s in fives, I can’t step without my knife
Used to do this on my tife, nowadays I get it fast
n*ggas living in the past, 4 zinos with a half
Louis hat to match the scarf, I ain’t even had a bath
[Chorus]
n*ggas tryna get the best of zee
And I can’t let it get to me
My brother told me get this p
I gave my boy the recipe
All he knows is peb and fiends
Bagging up on press machines
Exactly what it’s meant to be
I started with a zed of each
n*ggas tryna get the best of zee
And I can’t let it get to me
My brother told me get this p
I gave my boy the recipe
All he knows is peb and fiends
Bagging up on press machines
Exactly what it’s meant to be
I started with a zed of each