Walking - Yamaica, Mischief, K-Trap

How you gonna talk bout bread?

And you ain’t seen 10 of the bands?

you frauds!

How you gonna talk bout shooting?

I live this this, While they talk it

How you gonna talk bout gang?

Like we ain’t cause hell on dem mans block?

And how you gonna talk bout bars?

They’re some dead working informants

How you gonna talk bout bread?

And you ain’t seen 10 of the bands?

you frauds!

How you gonna talk bout shooting?

And now you ain’t never crash no corn

How you gonna talk bout gang?

Like we ain’t cause hell on dem mans block?

And how you gonna talk bout bars?

Like you ain’t seen the corn dem boy got?

So how you wanna talk about beef?

Cause I was tryna link up the opps

Canon on me like machine

You was tryna link up ah thot (Ah Hooker)

And cuddle her under the sheets (Hooker)

The boys say the bad but they not

Cause they run anytime it’s beef

(running legs)

Everyone talking tough

But running off when mans walking up

I ain’t tryna talk dat much

Just lurk around wit da 40 tucked

Dem man joints don’t bang

They walk around with some faulty stuff

Man talk shit on the net

Soon pepper man for that sorty stuff

Meanwhile serve 'salt' and 'pepper'

Young boy tryna do it bare-hands

Told him to sort some leathers (Don't be stupid!)

Got ah new link for the smoke

Dem yardman said he can sort suppressors

Or clip extendo

So man not have to walk wit extras

Now ah man just fill it up all

Opp block tryna drill em' all up

Live corn hit ah boy in his chest

His lunch, watch it bring it all up

The man scratched off 1 or 2 times

I was shocked, cause he never do much

I had about 3 waps in the crib

Added 1 more, cause it’s never too much

(Road. Life. No. Lies!)

, after too many

Told bro I’d rather trade dat pump, cuh' I’m too heavy

You ain’t never 'Jumped Out Gang' on ah man

And the legs just do jelly

Walk in the yard, man 2 waps deep

Cuh' the mandem too ready

Mans too kweffy

How you gonna talk bout bread?

And you ain’t seen 10 of the bands?

you frauds!

How you gonna talk bout shooting?

And now you ain’t never crash no corn

How you gonna talk bout gang?

Like we ain’t cause hell on dem mans block?

And how you gonna talk bout bars?

Like you ain’t seen the corn dem boy got?

How you wanna talk about beef?

Cause I was tryna link up the opps

Canon on me like machine

You was tryna link up ah thot

And cuddle her under the sheets

The boys say the bad but they not

Cause they run anytime it’s beef

I’m walking

Dats 3−2 half I what walk with

But dats only if man caught with

I live this, while they talk it

They’re some dead working informants

Their last attempt was appalling

We hazards with no warning

Deliver fry-ups in the morning

Or anytime

Man get dat all-day-special

Wit extra 'fries'

Serve 'chickens', 'halfed' and 'quartered'

No extra sides

Had 'silver-spoons' dat talking like they round dese' knives

I know they ain’t bout this life

You need to level up

Tell my young g’s do it proper

We ain’t tryna level stuff

Ah thousand g’s in the whip

Tryna get home, it’s nuts

Got so much to say on tracks

Its mad cah' they ain’t done much

These children, don’t do drugs!

I juug with it

when I showed him how to juug wit it

When I’m roaming, I rock wit it

I ain’t tryna be lock’n it (I don’t need that)

Fill the gauge, 2 shells up what I got wit it

Better mind you don’t get shot wit it

How you gonna talk bout bread?

And you ain’t seen 10 of the bands?

you frauds!

How you gonna talk bout shooting?

And now you ain’t never crash no corn

How you gonna talk bout gang?

Like we ain’t cause hell on dem mans block?

And how you gonna talk bout bars?

Like you ain’t seen the corn dem boy got?

How you wanna talk about beef?

Cause I was tryna link up the opps

Canon on me like machine

You was tryna link up ah thot

And cuddle her under the sheets

The boys say the bad but they not

Cause they run anytime it’s beef

(Running legs)