Truancy - Locals Only

Sippin Rossi from a teacup
Chucks in the dust for the mean mug
Least we could be bruv
(Least we could be bruv)
Only thing not fucked up is the re-up
Only thing not fucked up is the re-up
Little bank take big bank where we from
Everybody need some, better put a piece up
Little bank take big bank where we from

Who even said that you was half as nice, gave you bad advice
I put one through his raps as advertised
I put two through his Natty ice
I put a fourth in the air for anybody tryna ask me twice
I been hustlin for half my life
Basic mana, no whip, won't be satisfied
Til I'm tappin ass in the back of a black lotus
While tappin a black lotus, my nigga I'm that focused
Like dappin up a hornet nest, any rapper that I touch meet death
Every line a bee stinger, sharp as a meat cleaver
And every one is comin for ya neck (Every one is comin for ya neck)
Don't give a fuck how sick you not
Cause ya boy ill as shit, i shit you not
I tip a fifth until it hits the spot, a couple zips of pot
Enough lucy to spin ya top and I'm gone
Sorry no, you cannot go where I go
That hydro fuckin hit, im movin quite slow
My people in the back we chillin, eyes low
We sittin crooked, tryna watch the sideshow

Middle finger cocked like a glock
Sippin Rossi from a teacup
Chucks in the dust for the mean mug
Least we could be bruv
(Least we could be bruv)
Only thing not fucked up is the re-up
Only thing not fucked up is the re-up
Everybody need somn', better put a peace up
Little bank take big bank where we from
Little bank take big bank where we from

Written by:
Jarre Owens

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