Songtexte Grafter - Castello

Hop in the four, suttin all black
Put this thing in sport
They chasing the clout fam am chasing the dough
These lame brothers lovin' the chat and the talk (Trust)
Got a pain in my head man I need me a smoke
Put that Cali in a cone
You ain't lived what I lived
You ain't seen what I saw, them man are on joke (Trust)

Chillin in my zone
They be ringing my phone I won't answer the call
Let em know that am doing all good on my ones
Never folded for once don't give a fuck about a hoe (No)
But you know how it goes
They hating on me still they talking bout 'bro'
Can't trust them na na they be chatting the most
I don't give a fuck enta meen yala, 3'oor roo7

They askin for favors am chasing this paper all day its my sport (All day its my sport)
Im Smokin these flavors all night but my neighbors ain't likin the smoke
Like how many times I got it done on my own
Can't tell me about life cause I've been through it all
Got a chance, take a risk nah I can't let it go
Only right that I take it n give it a go (Woo)

Stay focused ain't losing control (Ain't losin control)
This hash got me moving all slow (Movin all slow)
Half of the days I been missing the shots that I take
But its calm I got more
When you talk better lower your tone (Lower your tone)
On the strip-like da Gaza red zone
Stick to my lane everyday
When its wartime mans coming through with the smoke

Their eyes wide open but they ain't got a vision
When they do suttin bad they turn back to religion
And I don't really care if you knew me before
Back den I was about now am out on a mission
Half of these pricks looking mad at me
Watching the kid doing mazzaleen
High on a rock not on balaleen
Pushin' these weights like am Anthony
She wanna fuck wid this Arabi
Yalla B

I'm taking this route see me ragging it
They say its the truth but they lacking it
School days nah my teachers weren't having it
They said I ain't a serious candidate (Haa)
Nowadays I make moves thats some grafter shit
Cookin this heat like a master chef
Got this paper my way now am stacking it
Fuck these haters all day thats the standard shit

Hop in the four, suttin all black
Put this thing in sport
They chasing the clout fam am chasing the dough
These lame brothers lovin' the chat and the talk (Trust)
Got a pain in my head man I need me a smoke
Put that Cali in a cone
You ain't lived what I lived,
You ain't seen what I saw, them man are on joke (Trust)

Chillin in my zone
They be ringing my phone I won't answer the call
Let em know that am doing all good on my ones
Never folded for once don't give a fuck about a hoe (No)
But you know how it goes
They hating on me still they talking bout 'bro'
Can't trust them na na they be chatting the most
I don't give a fuck enta meen yala, 3'oor roo7