Fiends To Fans lyrics

[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 f*ck 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 sh*t, all my life I've been stalling
Before the trap sh*t 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 sh*t
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?
f*ck 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