{Intro}
What you sayin'
Drill Simon Cowell

{Part 1}
Since young mans shown no love
Say you do trap but you dont know grub
Just leave me be, dont speak to me, they know im a solo thug
On streets like a hobo does
If i have beef i'll go low slugs
If an opp gets nicked i do not predict that he says he dont know us
Been on the block, but we dont move bait
So the jakes dont notice this
I saw him tryna toke his spliff, so i showed him what smoking is
I chase him then poke this prick
We're not online with open lips
They must be on potent sniff, hope to see my opponents slip
They try drain my energy but i just have to wait and see
They go bake in A&E, hope he dont snitch and say its me
Feds hate me break him free, know they want me in the HMP
I love how i make her be, shes a good girl she ain't for me

Bally on tied when we go on a ride, so you won't see no face
Went straight to the first opp block didn't see no one lets relocate
I saw two whips looking like undies, so i just said bro best pree those plates
EU14 on the block, and my other bro said he was seen by jays
At night im sleeping well when i think of enemies in hell
Dish work in the pyrex pot, fill that shit 2 7 tcl
When bro got bagged i was so damn sad, so i hope that he gets bail
And if he gets locked in jail, man know that ill send him P's in mail
Wheres Nedim he's in hell, if i see him ill feed him shells
Told bro just cause im white dont mean that i can't season well
This beef gets season bells, on the rides we dont speak or yell
There friends got weed in hell, and they all know its peak aswell
[?] got splashed with the largest knife, he ran off but at last he died
Dont know how his darg survived, but swinging that back was the last of tide
He got got and their ain't no COD im rah surprised
Cah when paramedics came, so i can't explain that fast revive
I, step tryna tarnish lives, 3 Opp blocks was the farthest ride
Good boy in my fathers eyes, but he dont know who i have harmed with knives
No sleep so im part deprived, and i dont get bread but my artist might
I, step tryna tarnish lives, but im a good yute in my fathers eyes

[Part 2]

True say that i still grind in booth but im still on splashing backs
They tell lies no valid facts, we're in the lead by massive gaps
Dot holds teeth so you best complete these rapid laps
They shoot first im slapping back on the opp block man grab and tap
Food in the whip im losing my shit this track is mad
Just me and my best mate carrying ZK's classic ak
She look good in that dress two perfect breasts and the fattest back
Saw what i did on my first tune but the first swing is a practise lap
When they see me in the booth im very in tune my focus shows
I dont talk but i notice loads
Making music i hope it blows
Bait that she loves me take this rusty hold it close
Sawn off with the oldest nose would the ting jam i hope it dont
Bro toe to toe if i miss him ill toast his bro
Can't bury you in the forest it might get searched but the ocean won't
No evidence so the case that they have is an open close
Didn't come from a broken home but i had no choice when i chose the road
Oh shit oh shit im a famous yute lemme show you what the stainless do
I know that shits pentrating through
Spent two hours at yard then i spent like 8 at booth
Opps can't cut through da ends and if they do its the safest route
Told my light skin take this food but when i said that all her face was screwed
I asked why you look like that and she looked right back and said 'mate we're through'
Now imma frustrated yute thinking how can i make this move
Plus i just lost my light skin so i guess my other ting will do
I guess my other ting will-