Habits lyrics

[Chorus]
You can do what you want, all it takes is practice
One of one, no way you could match this
Muscle memory, bando habits
Still concealing a yeah in my jacket
Still park yeahs underneath my mattress
Badness from a yute, I've been on badness
I’ve shed blood, sweat, and tears
And still, I ain't shed these bando habits

[Verse 1]
Or the love of the bag, chop slabs and tag it
Slang it, I don't know nothing about slacking
Stack, all I know is grind, keep stacking
If I get nicked, don’t tell them what's cracking
I got spots when I slept on a blue mat
I'm still live anytime that you see me
sh*t changed, money grows on trees
But still, these bando habits won't leavе me
Masked up so nobody sees me
Glovеs on, tryna' hide my ID
Slap this wap, make him spin like a CD
If the feds try, won't nobody find me
I ain't DeJ Loaf, can't nobody try me
I’ll make a big man sit on his hiney
There’s a lot of bad habits behind me
I'm from the hood, but don’t let it define me
[Chorus]
You can do what you want, all it takes is practice
One of one, no way you could match this
Muscle memory, bando habits
Still concealing a yeah in my jacket
Still park yeahs underneath my mattress
Badness from a yute, I've been on badness
I've shed blood, sweat, and tears
And still, I ain't shed these bando habits

[Verse 2]
Against all odds I made it happen
It’s only right that I'm high as a cloud
Have you lit a stovetop with a matchstick
Then watched folks let the b*tches drown?
When it don't lock, let it cool in the freezer
Then smoke fags and potter around
I'm tryna double up racks, make bread, and this yute here is f*cking about
Sound, you know me, but we ain't sound
There's four lines in a sprite
Slime coming out of my eyes while I stagger around
Spliff full of sushi, chuffing it down
Twenties, tens, pinkies, live, I ain't seen a five-pound note in time
I wasn't on banging 9-5 so I spit these bars and write these rhymes

[Verse 3]
You can do what you want, all it takes is time
Work hard and stay on your grind
My top lip slaps and it sounds like crack
No cap, why do you think that I'm already signed?
I'm in the dance, blinded by the lights
White boy wasted, out of my mind
Looking for RA, but I can't find
So I went to the bar, got shots, then died
Waved, you can tell by the look in my eyes
But you can't see through these YSL shades
Faded, geeked in and out of my brain
Fans calling my name, I just smile and wave
Bad breed, don't know how to behave
Talk on my name and you're digging your grave
Swing shanks, I'm giving out fades
Then go and smoke cali 3.5:s to the face
Rich, but sh*t, ain't nothing changed
I'm still live on the Croydon mains
There's still a yeah on my hip, unclipped
And I'm still ordering food from Flames
The ends are hot, and so is my face
I still chat to the man 3Face
He showed man dreams will amount to nothing
If you don't work and stay in your lane
[Chorus]
You can do what you want, all it takes is practice
One of one, no way you could match this
Muscle memory, bando habits
Still concealing a yeah in my jacket
Still park yeahs underneath my mattress
Badness from a yute, I've been on badness
I've shed blood, sweat, and tears
And still, I ain't shed these bando habits