Engineers

Ay can I make one thing clear
 If you was in the trap brudda, how are you here?
 We be over there cuz, we in fifth gear
 We move like the forecast, our position's unclear
 We can't hear nothing, they all disappeared
 All of these machines, I feel like a engineer
 And we don't wanna hear about food or a budget
 They know we HP, when we enter the dungeon
 Ay can I make one thing clear (what's good)
 If you was in the trap brudda how are you here?
 We be over there cuz, we in fifth gear
 We move like the forecast, our position's unclear
 We can't hear nothing, they all disappeared
 All of these machines, I feel like a engineer
 And we don't wanna hear about food or a budget
 They know we HP, when we enter the dungeon
 How conspicuous, how vigorous
 I've seen the keys and it's ridiculous (I've seen it all)
 Judging what we do, how? It's ambiguous
 Can't rely on the governor, the trap is feeding us
 We are, bad brothers so don't bother
 Stashed up like chopper, mullet proper
 So since when did you fucking rock the trend
 Since when did you get this confidence? Six!
 Rocking matching tracks, doing this and that
 Belly'ed up and the burka is all black
 And it's the same old faces
 Same old statements but my Gs
 Flipped their aces to make this
 Why you stuntin' and frontin', like you gon do suttin?
 You ain't gon' do nothin', you ain't gon' buss nothin'
 My whole team stay hungry
 You never see us running
 Pull a burna out of course we keep a gun in (run)
 The whole lot
 But free my breddas that be locked up in a box
 Too many snitches they be snitching on the block
 Fuck a op (fuck them)
 They don't know about guap
 My whole team stay earning
 This shit will never stop, grindin'
 All my brothers put time in, gang shit
 They couldn't stunt on me (never dat)
 I was that fool that be actin' up in school
 Now that I'm old yeah I got me little tool
 Pull up to your ends, that ain't nothin' real new
 G in the flesh yeah I stepped in correct
 All my lads bang I just smoke 'em up with leds
 Did I make one thing clear
 If you was in the trap brudda how are you here?
 We be over there cuz, we in fifth gear
 We move like the forecast, our position's unclear
 We can't hear nothing, they all disappeared
 All of these machines, I feel like a engineer
 And we don't wanna hear about food or a budget
 They know we HP, when we enter the dungeon
 Tell 'em no bluffing, Cuzzy what's good?
 They know me I'm a Don Son straight from the hood
 And if they want drama, watch the TV
 They call me Benihana, when I'm OT (fucking oath)
 I'm weighing up the OZs tryna make a P
 I'm still in the Luxy doing 180 (on the M1)
 And I don't wanna talk bout them boys there
 I'm under the radar, tryna stay clear
 And I don't wanna do the dirty's, no fucks
 I been doing it since early
 Tell em I'm swerving, listen to my sermon
 Clearly, I'll tell you how the streets make an earning
 Have you ever heard of, clinging on a burner?
 Word up, shimmy like I'm Timmy Turner
 I was on the curb, doing dirt for the six
 Murking, tell 'em I don't work for the Feins
 I ride for my click and for all my OGs
 I'm that kid from fuckin' HP
 And if they tryna do me, tell 'em get it done
 Please, I know them boys need a dub
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 Ay can I make one thing clear
 If you was in the trap brudda how are you here?
 We be over there cuz, we in fifth gear
 We move like the forecast, our position's unclear
 We can't hear nothing, they all disappeared
 All of these machines, I feel like a engineer
 And we don't wanna hear about food or a budget
 They know we HP, when we enter the dungeon