You play too much
Black
Fresh off a six-year tour
The one after the fall
Muley
I
They try to mash up my slides
City nice, only right
That Ford by Ace
I've been hittin' with the five
Straight droppin' all this light
Baitin' poppin' all my life
Then them feds brought a case
And had me doin' up time
But I ain't never complain
I've got killies doin' life
Real life, no lies
I've been the truth the whole time
I was spittin' way back
Tellin' them about the grind
Cause I really lived that
And they ain't live like I
I've been sayin' I'm the truth
Then got nicked for what I do
They had me sittin' in the cell
Blowin' loud on the loo
I was sittin' in jail
Had loud comin' through
Hella pats comin' too
Gettin' hacked from the screw
It's still Louie on my kicks
Belt jacket hat too
These niggas all chatty
But ain't chattin' what they do
And me, I'm really chappy
I move hella mad through
The world, I move hella mad
I washed up at 3-6
Then put down 7-2
Cause it's only straight drunk
Anytime it gets smooth
It's TT on the bobs
They OD when they shoot
It's 200 on my dash
With some Cali in my zoo
And I'm flyin' up Seoul
With a baddie for the loot
And then we flyin' straight back
Big rack'ems in the coupe
That's 65 racks
I stacked that in three moons
Then lost 65 racks
With a couple keys too
And then I made it all back
With a couple G moves
I got pinched when I was lit
Sat down for a six
And all night
They can't smell me off
My A-8 drip
They try to * a nigga's *
I came back
Like * this
I * the whole game up
Nah, I'm on some * *
Cause I ain't hooking
With them niggas
I ain't chopping
These bitches came home
To my muley this time
Bigger drip
A nigga's pissed
I ain't quitting
Still got killies on drilling
And my drilly in the kitchen
Just whipped up a chicken
Yeah, that trap's still kicking
And I rap for them figures
Had racks, now it's tickets
Big facts when I spit it
Know a lion heart, nigga
With the brain of a pigeon
More time, he be tripping
They got him trapped in the system
Brightened up a nigga's day
I made a baddie send him pictures
Thought that nigga was a G
Then found out he was a witness
See this game?
Super vicious
Your man's a * missus
Caught a case
Cause niggas snitching
And now I'm chilling
But I'm chilling like a villain
On the landing with the villains
The killers and the drillers
The trappers and the nappers
The rubbers and the dealers
That's a five-man boat
Probably mackerel and some spinners
And that's one man chefing up
Five man's dinners
And it's probably getting whipped
In couple kettles and the stingers
And my act that chef
Backs in jail for her clippings
It don't get no realer
I've always been the realers
I've always given facts
Baby, never been the pillars
These baddies at me
They know that I'm trappy
I got spots like
I got spots like

Hackney and I'm straight out of Hackney
And nigga, I'm a street kid
I slept where them fiends lived
And ran up in Harrah's on a Tuesday
With like three quid
Nigga, this how we live
I don't know about his ting
But my ting's beating
The baddies wanna G
Me and the Palsy and she leaking
For you, she kinda decent
But for me, she wanna threesome
I swear I never cried
Making straight drop five
Can't believe I came home
And hype's ain't by my side
What a time to be alive
They're merely backhauling
Litty, I was really outside
Had to pay a young price
Ain't nothing to a G, man
Free up all the guys
And death to all the rats
When I was in the can
First I heard I got crashed
Then I heard I got splashed
These times I left out the J
Last without a scratch
And now the boy back
Back like Gucci
This straight drop crack
Like that * that had Pookie
My trap's new Jack
Why you think they call me Muley?
Muley