[Intro: Mitch]

You know, You know, P-G GM

"Get Rich Or Get Recalled" that's what I'm saying right now

They got me doing recall, get me?

Niggas got money on my head in da pen

Get ya refund

My nigga Fredo, you know how it goes

Mitch straight out the Penna (Yeah)



[Chorus]

Weh di fuck dem feel

You nuh see seh dem still ah wear training wheel

One die fi 'member, say pain is real

You nuh see seh dem still ah wear training wheel

Nyam dem food, no, 'pear kid meal

You nuh see seh dem still ah wear training wheel

But who can't hear will feel

Who can't hear will feel



[Verse 1: Fredo]

Pain is real and this 'cain we deal

My chain's gold, but the hammer is stainless steel

My youngin' shot and miss, but he's training still

And the profit come short, 'cause I'm 'caining deals

That's why my little posh bitch stays in heels

I only drive foreigns, these aren't training wheels (Nope)

I won't stop 'till it's raining mills'

'Cause I'm risking a bird, just to pay these bills

It's nothing though

And if it's beef, why you running bro?

I just done another show, invested in another pole (Another one)

And we don't take check, he got it all in his neck

He had to take breaths

No one ends up at the top, you gotta take steps

Me and Bro booting-up strips wit' some bait-heads

Then we're going to a show for a paycheck

My whole life's been a risk, but I don't place bets

And I don't play chess (Yeah)



[Chorus: Ratlin]

Weh di fuck dem feel

You nuh see seh dem still ah wear training wheel

One die fi 'member, say pain is real

You nuh see seh dem still ah wear training wheel

Nyam dem food, no, 'pear kid meal

You nuh see seh dem still ah wear training wheel

But who can't hear will feel (Mozart)

Who can't hear will feel



[Verse 2: Ratlin]

Bitch niggas talking crud on the net

I'ma G, I can never get G-checked

Four man, two hammers in the place

Fuck da' paigon, dey' know how we step

Bullet for a punk in a dance, might wheel it (Blaow)

I might hand it and tell the DJ "4wheel it"

Hitta's on J.O.G., little pricks can't see me

Them niggas don't eat

Nah, them niggas get eaten (It's CB)

Yeah see, what the fuck them feel

It's a "G" thing

I been out spending mad-racks, all season (Yeah)

Last year in and out the trap, line beating

Believe me, I been a trap star, it's not a secret

I'm iced out, all my jewels straight V-V

Mad racks sitting on my chest, can't cheat me (Can't cheat me)

Whole box in the pot, how I'm eating

Believe me, I got the block locked, straight T-T (Yeah)



[Chorus]

Weh di fuck dem feel

You nuh see seh dem still ah wear training wheel

One die fi 'member, say pain is real

You nuh see seh dem still ah wear training wheel

Nyam dem food, no, 'pear kid meal

You nuh see seh dem still ah wear training wheel

But who can't hear will feel

Who can't hear will feel (Who can't hear will feel)