The Way It's Gonna Go

Me and my **** shoot first, we don't buss back

Flip skunk got more dough than chipmunks, fuck raps

I be in the club, V.I.P. spending 'nuff stacks

Hoes on my nut sack, daytime in the trap

O's in the rucksack

Nine to shine, used to holla hydro to consign the nine

I be dropping mad rhymes

Ask my **** Jazzy 'bout them poppin' fag times

Call me shopping bag nines

I ain't a cock block, never been the type to cuff a ho

Toxic got nicked, I lost couple bricks, fuck it though

Couple **** from the other side gotta suffer slow

I roll on their block, squeezing the mac

20 keys in the trap, this is deeper than rap

Gotta sleep with the strap

One day I'm gonna blow and put my team on the map

Leave the game, won't have to buss guns or sell Ki's of 'caine

We just tryna take our strife

We just wanna live our life

It's the way it's gonna go

Way it's gonna go, way it's gonna go

We just tryna take our strife

We just wanna live our life

'Cause it's the way it's gonna go

Way it's gonna go, way it's gonna go

My ****, you know the game plan

Fly conch for months to try make grands

And anyone's a victim in the system

When I circle your block with my big ting

I whip it out and empty out seven

And it's peak, 'cause Likkle T be out here, no eleven

Mans been trappin' on the roads from when the birds tweet (Early)

Nine o'clock, I'm in the shop, I got our first key

Rest in peace to my **** Brands, you don't know

I ain't just pouring out Henny, I let my gun blow

So make a **** try and diss me

Next day pronounced dead on the TV

I got proper beef, where I gotta squeeze?

So I got it in my pocket, like fuck the peace

I take it out and piece, I put it on your top lip

And tell my youngers, "Don't worry, because I got this"

We just tryna take our strife

We just wanna live our life

It's the way it's gonna go

Way it's gonna go, way it's gonna go

We just tryna take our strife

We just wanna live our life

'Cause it's the way it's gonna go

Way it's gonna go, way it's gonna go

I know you see the kid (Fatz)

Walking with a limp, 'cause my heat is big

I will peel your wig

If you come through (Churches)

You can't stunt around me unless you run through

Yeah, I will rob a **** for a 10 grand

And duppy a brudda for even less than

You might see us breezing on the M4

With a .357 in the Benz door

One day I'll buy a yard on the ocean cliff

Settle down with my gyal, stop smoking piff

Probably give my chain to a younger, like Nas and Dirty

(Young Smurf) I ain't blown yet

But I feel like a star already

The way I get groupies shaped like a Coke bottle

I'm like Kate Moss, on skates, a role model

I bring my strap everywhere, 'cause we beef with our neighbors

Christenings, we be in the church with heats in our blazers