Done His Dance

(Swifta Production)
Yo, yo

Don't ask, don't ask who's behind the mask
'Cah you know I say man don't grass
They look like a Gucci design what I seen lurkin' in the grass
He didn't wanna look back 'cah you're hearing set man are mad
What you gonna do now man? Sat talking about straps
But I cannot tell the youngers not to rob olders, I'm not their dad
17 years old looking like something out the city of God
No mouth hole in the balaclava, so there's minimal talking and dialogue

What can a squadron do, nobody gets caught in the fog
Watch the super-bike watch the quad
'Cause man will have that 12 o'clock
They said that mandem are movin' mad but that's life on the block
And when I say man are holdin' sticks
These days just know it's not made out of wood
There's bare politics out here, it's never been good in the hood

I hear that you're dark, my nigga, I hear that you're dark
I hear there was 15, 20 man stood ballied up on the park
I hear the machete's on the loose this year so you better run fast
The way man jumped out of the bush lookin' like Spider-Man to done his dance

Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance

Set man will lose this year, so it's dangerous out on these streets
Set man are MCs, so there's true stories on the beats
Not everybody died in the war, so we still got couple OGs
Not everybody's on the run yet, so we still got keys upon keys
The block got shut down, so we're still not afraid of the police
The olders are gangsters, so the youngers are still robbers and thieves
Man are still visitin' man there's still man in HMP
I feel like writin' to the judge, "Let all my niggas out please"

I heard when my man fell off the bike wrapped around the tree
Couple of the mandem are dead now, so we still hashtag RIP
I went on music my man, it wouldn't move without the heat
But karma's a bitch that won't stop 'til the cycle is complete

I hear that you're dark my nigga, I hear that you're dark
I hear there was 15, 20 man stood ballied up on the park
I hear the machete's on the loose this year so you better run fast
The way man jumped out of the bush looking like Spider-Man to done his dance

Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance

Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance

Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance
Ready to done his dance