the bin

Yo, brap.
The Hill active, even when the gates are shut,
This is for the mandem locked down, no ifs or buts.
A sub for the team, yeah, one in, one out the rut.
The dirty bin living, man. Yessir.

Just took the L but the ends took the W quick,
The cycle runs cold, yeah, the drill never quits.
One yute gets swapped, that’s the reality of the game,
You chef up an op, then you claim your new name.
Now I'm stuck in the bin, just the wall and the sink,
Staring at the ceiling, I got time now to think.
They had man in seg, yeah, the system on sight,
But that time in the dark just sharpened the light.
The govs are on violation, pushin' me to the brink,
Adjudication I’m facing, I don’t care what they think.
On that basic regime, watching the whole thing tick,
But I use that dead time to plan the next slick trick.
You got put on the slate for a phone in your box,
I’m here for the greeze, yeah, I’m building up stocks.

Stepped on the wing, saw an old don staring,
He’s locked for big racks, the kinda weight we are bearing.
We linked in the circle, the conversation was tight,
He’s teaching me market moves, how to move in the night.
The lessons are cold, yeah, the business is scaled,
Forget petty slaps, we're moving the whole bale.
This ain't just a sentence, this is mandated growth,
From small-time chefing to running the whole coast.
My mind’s on the future, the new drop is set,
A new yute on the road, paying off my debt.
I was running local, now the network is global,
The knowledge I got here makes my next move noble.
They think I'm doing time, I'm just crafting the art,
Tearing down the structure, then building a new start.

I’m looking at the gate, man, I'm clocking the day,
Free up the mandem still stuck on the way.
When I step out the bin, it’s a whole different play,
No petty distractions, no time for delay.
That time on basic means I'm owed a huge debt,
Every second inside, that’s a new fire set.
My mind’s sharper now than when I first went inside,
The new product’s sourced, got nowhere left to hide.
The streets will remember the move that got me nicked,
But they gon' respect the new level that I picked.
We were doing simple drills, now the planning is deep,
The old crew’s still riding, the whole operation will leap.
Yeah, the old op got slapped, that was necessary art,
A violent reminder of how The Hill tears apart.
The price of the street knowledge was paid in cold bricks,
My ledger is balanced, my whole next move is affixed,
The road's got the message: the sub's off, the OP is fixed.

North West active.
You think the bin breaks man? Nah.
It just makes the next move colder, fam.
You know what it is.
The art is the upgrade.

Jagga Bootz Media 

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