Forest

(SRNO) Treat this body like the track, I need a grip Lap five, I'm in the Lamb', I got the grip Hollow tips on the strip, I'm on the- uh Niggas dyin' over nothin', give a shit here How come the real little niggas never get to live? Got a nigga doin' life, and they know it wasn't him I ain't never took a loss like a win I ain't never switched a blessing for a sin Had her nigga in the back like he tran' Richard Millie or Patek, or one of them Fake niggas gotta see it through the lens And I'm tryin' to amend 'cause these niggas too pretend This here, it leave these Germans borin' 1-9-42, just pour it Rootbears make a toast, money make friends We can start it from the start we can make men They tried to make it worse for us like it never hurt enough Little G put in work with these sticks, tryna hurt all these kids Tryna burst 'em up They tried to make it worse for us like it never hurt enough Little G put in work with these sticks, tryna hurt all these kids Tryna burst 'em up For the family, I'ma take you to the grave, bitch For the family, I'ma whip it like a slave did Family come first, I let you wear my second name, bitch The strip is a curse, I got the ace tryna spade it I was playin' in the trench where it's dangerous All my niggas where we had to share trainers Sick of seein' mummy cryin' over bailiffs So, I'm at the spot with the rocks and the neighbours Whole world, I don't even know, girl, sometime, I gotta leave you in your own world And the cells on the phone can hurt I really tryna stay close to her They tried to make it worse for us like it never hurt enough Little G put in work with these sticks, tryna hurt all these kids Tryna burst 'em up Let's got there --- Forest - D-Block Europe and Dirtbike LB