Fiends To Fans

[Hook]
They ain't letting it bang
Opp block, I was doing laps with the gang
Used to serve them fiends now I'm back with a plan
When I caught that bird, never bust my remand
Went from fiends to fans
Came from the bottom, I've got dreams and plans
I was on the floor with my knees and hands
I hope music pays and they free the gang

[Verse 1]
Bro hold back, I've got shooters on the block
And if I go jail then it's tuna in the sock
I don't know about L's bro, I'll do you for a box
Man never had me so who the fuck should I buss?
In the city I'm the best, I've got Lizzy but I'm stressed
Me and Mo done laps cah those nitties wanna test
Me and bro done slap but we never wore a vest
I could tell you bout them yutes, all they do is get cheffed
I used to walk with a shank in my bodywarmer
I still ride with the gang and get the dotty sawn-off
Better run for your life if you see my borer
I'll get you stretched in the night like you're tryna warm up
I put my all in, them man are boring
Ran up in your cell, early hours of the morning
Never had shit, all my life I've been stalling
Before the trap shit bro I used to kick doors in

[Hook]
They ain't letting it bang
Opp block, I was doing laps with the gang
Used to serve them fiends now I'm back with a plan
When I caught that bird, never bust my remand
Went from fiends to fans
Came from the bottom, I've got dreams and plans
I was on the floor with my knees and hands
I hope music pays and they free the gang

[Verse 2]
I remember going through pain, thought it was never gonna end
I'm so busy on the ends cah I never had a ten
Used to ride with some friends now I'm riding on them
I got nicked the other day for some violent offence
I hear they're talking on my name but they ain't ever done shit
I just charge it to the game cause I'm just tryna get rich
And I keep getting nicked but I ain't ever going legit
How you banging on my name when you've never seen a brick?
Fuck all this chat that I've been hearing
Man are talking bout trap, they've got rich parents
Go on bring him in a match, fam I'll Ric Flair him
Now I'm getting all these packs and they're disappearing
When they never had me bro I rid out on my ones
It was me and MadBee on the block with a gun
In my bruck down dinger tryna see something bun
And I ain't even made it but I feel like I won

[Hook]
They ain't letting it bang
Opp block, I was doing laps with the gang
Used to serve them fiends now I'm back with a plan
When I caught that bird, never bust my remand
Went from fiends to fans
Came from the bottom, I've got dreams and plans
I was on the floor with my knees and hands
I hope music pays and they free the gang