We ride with the pigeons, knock your boys out for the big time
Roll out with the belts, get you whipped out into hell
The sea land van vrede, land van grede and we lovin' the shade
Ila Dala, I'm on the map, tell your whip boys to relax
Heavyweight bars, I hope Stokey gets to hear this
They bitin' so hard, Dr. Smile be the dentist
Rap so hard, swear I'm goin' through the festive
Blue ticks off, they won't know I never read it
Cash out till I pass out, that's the thing
Racks out so we trap out in the crib
Pass out, we the last out with the ching
Tellin' Gandalf that I'm comin' for my ring
Frodo gettin' hands if he breathin' my way
Hamilton, Bulk Force, Vin Diesel with the rave
Khaleesi gettin' mad cause I'm sleazy with the sleigh
And ninjas on the deal tryna pull that Stingray
Kidnap the baker, want my bread as in now now
Peaceful for who, yo I wrestle the crown now
Queen to the who, yeah you talk to the king now
Gigi, Lamaine and these fours better bow down
We ride with the pigeons, knock your boys out for the big time
Roll out with the belts, get you whipped out into hell
This is the land of peace, the land of joy
And we lovin' the ***
It's like an alarm on the map, tell your whip boys to relax
From the city they call Slapstack but we don't sleep
You can't walk in my old sneaks, you got crow's feet
Social media amuses me, you fools aren't fooling me
Usually you don't even get love in your communities
You actin' like the people got your back there
Maybe you ain't lost till you give back there
Cause when you come to Mahu you get a heart attack
These raps are the cops that start the pack at the laundromat
Liquidating businesses, the citizens are trying to go legitimate
To find the equilibrium, my city is magnificent
But swarming with drugs and notorious thugs is rough but
We ride with the pigeons, knock your boys out for the big time
Roll out with the belts, get you whipped out into hell
This is the land of peace, the land of joy
And we lovin' the ***
It's like an alarm on the map, tell your whip boys to relax
I just copped the Viva classes on you motherfuckers
Dope boy ain't cuffing but we undercover
I be in the white blocks eating caricose
The dark side, mob ties with the drug lords
She keep blowing up my phone, you beggin' to hold
Sniffin' when I'm on the lift, I ain't got nothing to hold
I was selling soft white in the west side
Backline, Gasco, Renault, Offside
Both sides, Galizade, Digga, Baghdad
I wanna lick a Glock 9 and all that style
I just kinda bankrolls on my left arm
You hate me, but your girl thinks I'm handsome
Sniffin' when I'm on the Nagariga cap
I'm modeling, Gasco, Tilly, Chalewa, Tepa
Gigi, Lamento, Laysa, Ghana
Deep Six, Black Rock, Ustad
We ride with the pigeons, knock your boys out for the big time
Roll out with the belts, get you whipped out into hell
Roll out with the belts, get you whipped out into hell
Roll out with the belts, get you whipped out into hell
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