[Verse]
Walk in my yard, got fans on me
Everywhere I go I've got a shank on me
Seen man in jail, couldn't bang on me
But I jump out the wizz with a Rambz on me
They tried to bill a line, it didn't work
So I rang the plug and got him jerked
I've done a hundred miles on these curbs
I never ran, on trial I got a bird
Done laps with the gang
Then I came back, came back with a bang
Word to my akh, can't chat to the gang
Birds in the flats, seen feds and we ran
We rap good, you're not with it
If you see a opp you don't spin it
I put two waps in that Civic
Cah two akhs gon' get it
Jerked that till there's nothing left
Man talk good but get fucking cheffed
In the field, you'll get something dead
I ain't got a deal, I've got fucking stressed
Kill a widey with my dargys
And I'm up, two shanks in the party
And I still do that fam Wallahi
Make certain man run like Ferrari
I was doing up jail with the gang
But jail weren't part of the plan
I will lick man now for the bands
My friends I can count on my hands
I put my crow in that Rizla
One funny move and I'll dip you
I spent three years with the shipyard
So I'm out here till I'm richer
You buss lights and you drive off
If I catch a opp then it's lights off
My jail darg, he got lifed off
His whole life was what the price was
That big ting, that double barrel shotgun
That's sitting in my don's Mum's
If I bring it out it's a problem, it's a problem
Like fuck it
I'll buss a cat if I trust it
I've been doing laps cah I love it
When I'm doing trap bro I hug it
And bro caught a case I hope he buss it
Man woosh-woosh with that Bazza
Man slapped him up just for banter
My bruddas know that I'm gangster
Free Barber and free Mazza
Big Rambizzy on my lap
Through the ends cause I'm tryna put my city on the map
Still get gritty with the wap
Still holla Faf for a pack
Be with my arsenal, waps
Still scream "Gang gang" cah we're ganging
Them man bang Gram but ain't banging
Go ask Pak-Man if I'm flagging
One of the hardest acts that's rapping
Facts, facts
Someone talk about trap
Going jail, you gotta learn my act
Told bro I got fucking lacked
Had two waps in the fucking back
Iced out fully like Nines
Free Mobeezy ten times
Don't threat, don't speak, no lies
Fuck certain man, I don't keep no ties
I've been on crud to see no love
I was on block till the reload done
Now I'm on top cah the freeflow done
If I ever go back then I'll be so dumb
I was running from feds, I was hot
I was sticking up ounce on the block
I weren't about on the ends, I was locked
I've been about in your ends, fuck your opps
You don't mash P, you don't mash bro
Canteen in my pad bro
Three years, I made it back home
Had a wap before a trap phone
Had a wap before a trap phone
So don't come around like you're Pablo
I've got young G's with them Rambo's
They will chop you up, make a man go