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They think I’m the one that can bridge the gap, huhI came to L.A to work, but first, where the bitches at? They’re tellin’ me TAO or The Highlight Room If you wanna go through, you gotta bring the strap (okay) No way could I trust these hoes (yeah) I’m taking their phone if we bring them back I don’t wanna get done like, nah They don’t understand, I’m giving them U.K. Slang My brudda, my fam’, my akh You say, “The feds just done a sweep”, we say, “The boy dem run in my gaf” You say, “On God, no cap”, we say, “Swear on your life, don’t gass” You say, “Spin the block”, we say, “Jump out and slide and crash” You call it “machine”, we call it a “mash” Strip club and they’re shakin’ ass But in my words, they’re shakin’ nyash We don’t trap in abandoned buildings Shots get hit out of vacant flats In other words, “apartments”, hidden compartments get detached Free all the members that got bagged You say, “What’s up? ” We say, “Wah gwan?” Got shotguns from a farm We don’t eat pork, we say, “It’s haram” You call her “shawty”, we call her “jawn” Sexy gyal and we call them “leng” Back then we would call them “peng” Bare words that we got for guns Like “saps”, and “skengs” You call them “J’s”, we call them “Cats” There’s not much crystal meth My hoods got junkies hooked on crack (woo) Flick knives, we call them “nanks” Zombie killers, we call them “ZK’s” Rambo knives by the name of “rams” We say, “cash, Ps, racks, Gs”, we don’t really them bands In L.A, it’s Escalade’s, in the ends, it’s Mercedes Vans Watch my back, I’m paranoid That’s what I mean when I say, that I’m “prang” Clench my fist and I fist bump man Anti-social, I don’t shake much hands, huh Well, it depends, you say, “the trenches”, we say, “the ends” You say, “y’all”, we say, “you lot” You say, “restroom”, we say, “toilet” We do have guns but they might be- So man pull it apart and oil it If a man violate, say, “a man boyed it” Live Yours ain’t a gang, can’t join it We both whip crack the same, we fill up the Pyrex pot and boil it In London, I’m verified, in N.Y, I’m valid (mmh) Twelve hours away, I’m M.I.a I can pull up on DJ Khaled It’s only an hour away from the ends, that’s why I spend time in Paris If I pull up on Saturday night, I ain’t come here to talk, this ain’t Jimmy Fallon (Ah, yeah) I just pulled up with a chick, bro said that he hit, I’m a bit embarrassed, huh All she’s gettin’ is dick and Chick-Fil-A, we ain’t eatin’ salmon I might hit one time and vanish, I got unlimited funds on the Amex One day I’m on the block in London, next day, I’m chillin’ in the sun on a hammock, huh Controversy sells, I said, “How can I-, my- is-“ And it flew off the shelf Thinkin’ should I go with a label, I stay independent and do it myself Sat down with a boss and said, “I ain’t signed, but, bro, I ain’t new to deals, ” uh Stood outside of the night club, try make the trap line kick like a Flight Club All of my drip from Rodeo Drive, ain’t none of this shit from China, uh I don’t want Nobu, I need me a yard food, so I’m in Inglewood Dawg dem- My dawg dem serve like Wimbledon My dawg dem smart like Beethoven I’m from where the Jack Boys active Fam, don’t sleep with your window open Hoes gon’ line man up and get a commission Back shot give a gyal whip lash Hit that, impact like a collision I don’t care if I’m givin’ the lo Tell Rubi Rose that I’m in the Edition