text: Of Course Lyrics
  M1OnTheBeat
  M1OnTheBeat
  Bro just beat a next AM
  He aint tell me, that’s normal
  Step with the metal, thats daily
  It wont fail me, that’s bro-bro
  On the opp block we took selfies
  Our presence, it was known of
  Now they dont even know its us when we get on that scoreboard
  Back hand grip with my black blade
  Ching mans head, leave that more than swollen
  Im in station like 5am
  Been like five AMs and not once mans spoken
  How many times have the gangdem denied them splashings
  Like five in the morning?
  Its the crack of dawn, I barely know where I am
  And Im still yawnin
  Really do them things that we talk of
  The gang ain’t fall off
  Still pree that 4 .44 long
  Nuttin’ but the baddest of Bs
  Cats, fiends, plugs in my call log
  I step with the ah, nearly as long as me
  I don’t even care if its sawn-off
  Tracksuit, no chinos, no polos
  Feds want me in the system, no solar
  Bad B in the visit hall, Im like oh lard’
  Again I got a boner
  She wanna know what day I come home on
  I know what it feels like to go back and forth with my lawyer
  Cah he tell me what day I got court on
  I dont know that opp or what road he got caught on
  Or the date or timin
  Course Im lyin
  I dont know why they aint turned pack yet
  But course were tryin
  I dont know that dinger or whats on the clock yet bro
  But course its mileage
  Interview room, I dont know what I done yet
  Each and every time, course Im silent
  Im a product of my environment
  So my music, course its violent
  I dont even know why my shows get locked yet
  But course its Trident
  Bros beefin I dont even know if hes right or wrong
  Yet course Im riding
  Long as my OFs lively, beef aint dying, course its fryin
  Opp block settings, dressed all sporty
  Shoot straight, I dont air it in my Air Jordans
  Opp boys going on the net, going talky
  I aint tryna hear it, them man informers
  Living life on the fast lane
  From kway-kway we been cuttin them corners
  Tell bro-bro get some new smoking dingers
  When we bruck down this corner
  T house settings, skeng in my workers face
  So they tryna be koalased
  Primary school days it was astroturfs
  Now we can do kick ups in Pradas
  Really take these risks
  Been doin up field, no farmer
  These old timers aint on nuttin
  They fell off, Jamie OHara
  Got this bad B from Ghana
  Top floors, calamari for starter
  I gotta stay humble
  Theres times that I paid a few pens for a charger
  You aint ever done twenty eight days in the T
  Still feelin like youve gotta go harder
  Scrape that shit so hard, swear I nearly broke that Pyrex
  And yes it was four whole months on basic
  I swear it nearly broke my mindset
  Been jail three times, I dont know how Im out here
  Course Im tired
  (I dont even wanna risk my freedom
  Ahh, its mad)
  Course Im lyin
  I dont know why they aint turned pack yet
  But course were tryin
  I dont know that dinger or whats on the clock yet bro
  But course its mileage
  Interview room, I dont know what I done yet
  Each and every time, course Im silent
  Im a product of my environment
  So my music, course its violent
  I dont even know why my shows get locked yet
  But course its Trident
  Bros beefin I dont even know if hes right or wrong
  Yet course Im riding
  Long as my OFs lively, beef aint dying, course its fryin
  M1OnTheBeat
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