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London On Da Track

Stadiums

 

Stadiums


Oh-woah, oh
Oh-woah, oh
We got London on da Tr—

Whole club selling out of here to doing stadiums
Pussy niggas don't come around, they don't survive my radius
I keep it too real, for real and that's the shit that made me rich
Trapping, that's what made me rich
Hustling, that's what made me rich
Hey, whole club selling out of here to doing stadiums
Small business don't come around, they don't survive my radius
Trapping all I talk about and that's what really made me rich
Hustling, that's what made me rich
Trapping, that's what made me rich
The whole club, ayy, ayy, ayy

McLaren way too white to be shooting at the opps
I'm sleeping good at night, see, the door don't got no locks
I fucked her to be spiteful, she best friends with the opps
Them bitches that you buying bags, you need better stocks (Ayy)
Standing on my money, dawg
Please, don't get the gun involved
Ain't nobody running off, groove to the basics
I can't be no son in law, I can't take the summer off
I make it look good and all but this is no vacation
All the goons they respect me and I know it
Watch your words and your tone, you're not a poet
My advice, please, don't try to be heroic
Niggas with me know they (Gone)

Whole club selling out of here to doing stadiums
Pussy niggas don't come around, they don't survive my radius
I keep it too real, for real and that's the shit that made me rich
Trapping, that's what made me rich
Hustling, that's what made me rich
Hey, whole club selling out of here to doing stadiums
Small business don't come around, they don't survive my radius
Trapping all I talk about and that's what really made me rich
Hustling, that's what made me rich
Trapping, that's what made me rich (Hey-hey, hey-hey)
The whole club

I never had a mentor (Hey, hey, hey)
I only watched Scarface (On God)
I met her at a strip club, she twerk better when her heart break (Brr, brr, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy
Hood nigga one of one, I'm selling everything that I can sell (Uh, uh, uh)
I'm praying for a Bentley and to never go to jail
I'm fresh up out the gutter, I don't know if you can tell
I'm hustling forever, everything I do, I do for legacy (Again)
You can call me any time of day, my dawg, I never sleep
The only rule I got is we fucking, don't embarrass me
I write down my problems (Facts) then record it just for therapy (Why?)
Just for clarity (Why?)

Whole club selling out of here to doing stadiums
Pussy niggas don't come around, they don't survive my radius
I keep it too real, for real and that's the shit that made me rich
Trapping, that's what made me rich
Hustling, that's what made me rich
Hey, whole club selling out of here to doing stadiums
Small business don't come around, they don't survive my radius
Trapping all I talk about and that's what really made me rich
Hustling, that's what made me rich
Trapping, that's what made me rich
The whole club—

Oh-woah, oh
Oh-woah, oh

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