Intro: Not3s]
Ooooh, they can never
When I’m grinding for my shit in the coldest weathers
Rain gone but the rolly wetter
Yeah you got a whip, but im rolling better
Roll with no sauce and flavours
Or maybe Madi in the ride
No bait link-ups
So she tryna link up
Tell her cash me ousside, yeah

[Chorus: Not3s]
They can never blame us
When we been about for ages
Now we young, rich and famous
Niggas wanna shame us and break us
How can they break us?
When we been about for ages
Now we young rich and famous
Niggas wanna shame us and break us
How could they-
(Look)

[Verse 1: Fredo]
Ain’t nuttin new yo, I been on my block
Still can’t believe what I did in my pot
20 racks, what I did on my watch
And before it was bricks, we did it with rocks
I’m young and I’m livin’
I’m young and I’m whippin’
A lot of guys rap about nothin’ they livin’
Just dropped 3 bills to my youngen in prison
Cause daddy don’t care and mummy still sniffin’
Still I’m waving with Not3s
And lately they say I’m the face of the roads
Just bought me a Cuban and laced it with stones
If I feel like your hating, I’m making it known
Bro I told you before, I’m just chasing the dough
And we got different mums
But that’s basically bro
I’m just chasing the dough

[Chorus: Not3s]
They can never blame us
When we been about for ages
Now we young, rich and famous
Niggas wanna shame us and break us
How can they break us?
When we been about for ages
Now we young rich and famous
Niggas wanna shame us and break us
How could they?

[Verse 2: ๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜ต3๐˜ด & Fredo]
๐˜”๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ
๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ’๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ
๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ’ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜›๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ’๐˜ด
๐˜š๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ’ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ L๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ด’, ๐˜ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต
Man I’m steppin’ in Loubs’, we leave blood in the street
My youngers do 2 and they’re clutching the heat
These innocent girls they be loving a g
Ain’t making spares when I’m cutting the key
๐˜Š๐˜ถ๐˜ต, ๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ต, ๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ’ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ
๐˜‘๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜บ
๐˜๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜บ battle me then bro will roll round that’s a tragedy
๐˜–๐˜ฐ๐˜ฉ
Man this shit can get tragic
I whip it with magic
T-Shirts from Fendi, I’m into the fabric
She’s into my pattern
I’m into the fashion
She’s liking my chain cause I did it in Hatton

[Chorus: Not3s]
They can never blame us
When we been about for ages
Now we young, rich and famous
Niggas wanna shame us and break us
How can they break us?
When we been about for ages
Now we young rich and famous
Niggas wanna shame us and break us
How could they?

[Verse 3: Fredo]
I swear I step rough in the coldest weathers
And we didn’t get no help from the older breddas
I just bought my mum a whole load of extras
Cos everytime I went to jail she wrote me letters
Them man let Giuseppe get straight to their head
You don’t have to act rich bro, get straight to your bed
You rap about cars that you blatantly rent
Just whipped 36, pushed it straight into z’s
Yo Not3s, man they could never hate us
I’m in the booth with bro and the hella flavours
My new Cuban linkin’ with the hella haters
That weren’t part of the deal, let me check the papers
And yeah you got whip but I’m rolling better
You say you shottin’ bricks, but I know you never
Ask around I drop it to the older breddas
And your mum is gettin’ shot up if you owe me cheddar

[Chorus: Not3s]
They can never blame us
When we been about for ages
Now we young, rich and famous
Niggas wanna shame us and break us
How can they break us?
When we been about for ages
Now we young rich and famous
Niggas wanna shame us and break us
How could they?

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