[Intro]
Diligence
Ayy, Adz, show these man what you're on
X10

[Verse 1: Tzgwala]
Them man cut when they hear we're comin'
I see two IC3's runnin'
My young G's fast so my young G done him
One got away, but the Focus spun him
I see three IC2's comin' my way, but they're further ahead
And if you wanna come closer, hot like samosa
Pistol burnin' with lead
Slide 'round there on a Santander with the Anglo Arms unclipped
.22's on my hip, but it could be a flick tryna get man dipped
Lucii step with the sammy, swing, ching, you might get fished
Then it's back to the block with the nits
Food get dished, tryna make this flip

[Verse 2: Young A6]
How the fuck these pricks tryna diss? Man's been on their block with my rambz' unclipped
Bally on face, tryna get man dipped
JV saw man and he didn't do shit
Lewisham Way get a man fished up or I phone big bro, get a man shot quick
Pepper that beef, bro don't eat pork and he dashed his fork when cutting from pigs
Rid too much, man, I ran through guns and swords and flicks
Shit, I'm feelin' like Madeline's mum when I lost that gun, I was way too pissed
Man still keeps it tucked like Chris
It was rush hour when 6ix got dipped
Luc' gave JJ two in his back and he wanted him packed, fuck's sake, he lived
[Verse 3: Lucii]
I'm on the backroad with two rambos, I'm tryna fetch me souls
Don't get caught on the lack like JJ
Back it, rip through coat
If I back this smoke and wiggle my index, light up your head like cro
Serrated edge on the Anglo Arms, it's rippin' guts and leavin' holes
My young G wanna go bando, so I send him Devon
Wannabe opps give verbal, soon get the drop and send them Heaven
Bro just phoned man to go ride, I got mine and he's got his
Let's call up a cab, go ride, go to the opp block and get down to buis'
Violent duo, me and my ting, who's badder than me? Impossible Quiz
Fuck your section, have you runnin'
Shank on me turn you man swift
A lot of man thought they were active 'til I caught them on the lack and backed it
How can you come on a badness?
Real shit, drenched up K on a madness

[Verse 4: CR]
That yute got cabs and still gives chat
LOL, I could never move like that
Stand my ground and defend my batch
JV takes pics in bras and his bredrin S1 hides in flats
I swear on my mum's, they're all fuckin' neeks
I beg man, name one guy that he splashed
Straight M man back then, all on man now, 'cah my life is mad
But she's not tryna hide this pack, got 6 do 3 in my Nike Air bag
Five-hundred G's got put on a table
I trap times ten, now I like this stack
Come pop dem doors, tryna slice this man
Bro’s trappin' on road, tryna dice this pack