SRT Gwalla - Mayfair Nights (Outro)

We got machines in the whip
Are you still rolling
He got hit in the leg
How's he still walking
I tell my young boy let it slide
He'll still toast him
The cats know we signed off
But they still calling
My lady wants me off the roads
And she still moaning
I see my nephew get big
And he's still growing
Like cench I'm not in my bag
I'm still loading
How you broke
But stay up all night
and still lotion
You was a joke back then
How you still joking
You going gym to cut down
Or ur still bulking
I know ur amazed how I rap
And I'm still going
Amy told me her New Year's resolutions
But she's still snorting
But who am I to tell her stop it
If she wants to do it
My Nigga 60 rich like he's Jewish
My nigga sweets shoot like he's Muller in Munich
If I wash and I don't get it back
I swear I'm gonna loose it
I hate good yutes that think they bad cause they mean mugging
We're not new to this game boy we been trapping
Went on the low they thought I was bagged
Nah I been cashing
Cause we don't do this for the show
It's to feed family
I made a whole lotta racks at the seaside
In ends my cro line popped 20 for a 3.5
In studio while the guys trynna find where dem neeks hide
Hood niggas telling me go hard
Tellem free Ice
Yo watch out for dem boys
They sing to the feds
It's quite disturbing
The things we did for the bread
They kicked me while I was down
But it was a test
I take an L and bounce back
I always make it work
And when I had no car
I was shotting on my ped
I didn't have it till I made the phone line twerk
Certain girls don't want the money
They just want the sex
If I tell a hoe that I love her
Then i must be burst
Dinner dates up in city
Still got it with me
She said c'mon baby don't be silly
They watch and hate from far ouu what a pity
If I got it and my nigga ain't
I split it with my Killy
We got some girls in the coupe
With the stars on the roof
With some bottles in the boots
And some laces with shoes
In a tings crib
With the ringas on the backroads
We Don't tolerate with cheesy niggas like we're lactose
Don't step right then we aiming high not shooting low at your foot for you to lack toes
Spent so much time in the bando
Just to weigh and bag O's
This Cali really got my mind slow

Written by:
Reginald Asante

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