Lyrics Forest - D-Block Europe

Treat this body like the track, I need the grip
Lap 5, I'm in the Lamb, I got the grip
Hollow tips on the strip, I'm in that uh uh uh
Niggas dying over nothing, give a shit
How comes the real little niggas never get to live?
Got a nigga doing life and they know it wasn't him
I aint never took a loss like a win
I aint never swapped a blessing for a sin
Had that nigga in the back like he Trent
Richard Millie or Patek or one of them
Fake niggas, gotta see it though the lens
And I'm trying to amend cause these niggas too pretend
This here LED German's boring
One 1942, just pour it
Root beers, make her toast money, make friends
We can start it from the start or we can make mends

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 them 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 them up

For the family ima take it to the grave, bitch
For the family ima whip it like a slave, bitch
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 playing in the trench where it dangerous
All my niggas when we had to share trainers
Sick of seeing mummy crying over bailiffs
So I'm at the spot with the rocks serving neighbours
Cold world, I don't even know girl sometimes
I gotta leave you in your own world
In the cells on the phone to her
I'm 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 them up