Helicoptaz - Maxsta

Straight out of the gutter

Where train tracks run through the cutter

My new chick’s cool, but her uncle’s a nutter

Nike Air kicks, I got hundreds for summer

I don’t fair pricks I’ve been beefing for years

Seen a boy get smoked like shisha, I swear

Enemies wanna see me disappear

It’s all nuts in my hood

Knives and guns in my hood

Do dirt, get funds in my hood

Get 'em down, we don’t care 'bout mums in my hood

Devil’s on my back

Travel through the streets, tryna build my stacks

And I get the chicks gassed 'cause I pull up in a Range, you don’t know about

that

On the pavement

Niggas ain’t on my wavelength

Hustler vision, I break bread

With the lions, bears and the apes-dem

In the trenches I’m feeling stuck, but you never see me running out of luck

Concrete, where the shots buss, nee-nor helicopters

Nee-nor helicopters

Shit’s real in my area code

Now you think you’re street, and I hear ya bro

It’s peak when the gun squad clear your home

And it’s peak when the guns start tearing clothes

Act like you don’t care the most

In fact, act like you’re prepared for smoke

My block’s where they’re sharing loads

Nee-nor nee-nor, bare patrol

And I’m loving it too

Stash house got bud in it too

Bitch loving the crew, and she got me excited, I’m loving it too

I’m on the street like Mike Skinner, I’m that hype nigga, but I’m laid back

One call for a live spinner, the favela’s popping every day ah

On the pavement

Niggas ain’t on my wavelength

Hustler vision, I break bread

With the lions, bears and the apes-dem

In the trenches I’m feeling stuck, but you never see me running out of luck

Concrete, where the shots buss, nee-nor helicopters

Nee-nor helicopters, nee-nor helicopters, nee-nor helicopters

Spent every single summer in the ghetto with the rats from the south to the east

I ain’t peddling crack, I roll cocaine shots up in wraps

Live long enough to see me play villain

Shotters make 30 and think that they’re winning

Spend money on the fast life and living

Go back to beginning, look

I don’t wanna be 30

Chatting 'bout how I had vision and ism and schism

Rolex on my wrist, you couldn’t cheef me like Wiggum

Looking like the Black Panther in my black tracksuit and I’m ready for anything

Ready to ride

And your girlfriend’s ready to slide

On the pavement

Niggas ain’t on my wavelength

Hustler vision, I break bread

With the lions, bears and the apes-dem

In the trenches I’m feeling stuck, but you never see me running out of luck

Concrete, where the shots buss, nee-nor helicopters

Nee-nor helicopters, nee-nor helicopters