[Intro]
JM-00 made this one, you know
Madera
Sebz beatz baby
Ay, Tweeko mixed this, you know
It sounds cold

[Verse 1: Suspect]
We move in packs like wolfs, new ZK I’m a sharp investor
Ain’t got one GCSE, I was in OT tryna give out a tester
You’d think I’ve got PTSD from the things I’ve seen, my mind is messed up
Heart still clean, new Glock, no beam, tryna tape that scene and make man rest up
Shout out my AGB’s real demons, we’re the reason that 3 blocks grieving
Steppa season, had Suspect greaping
I’m the reason that his hairs not even
I’m a lyrical criminal, when I get physical, keep that talk to a minimal
Truth is man warn' kill 'em all, left man critical, mumsy wishing for a miracle

[Verse 2: T.Scam]
Who said that Active Gxng is retired?
I came fresh home and I upped that mileage
I was out for less than a week, tryna tape that street and close man's eyelids
They’re on Snapchat just woofing and hyping, I’m on Snapchat just preeing and spying
Sight him, bark him, I go home and light him, jump out, knife him or lean out, bine him
I'm on the backstreet, tryna fly out the backseat
My man ran and his bredrin said 'back me'
If you lack on that block at night, you might as well stand with a sign that says 'pack me'
I was in the trap with some crack fiends, you was at home with a bad b
Bro bro got into a madness, we came with a wap and saved the day and now we can’t find him
[Verse 3: Suspect]
Used to hit shots in the pinnacle, 15 with a 15 inch, might sound typical
Gotta move digital, everyone’s killable, wiggable, a vest can’t make you invincible
So protect your hat, try run away we’ll kweff your back, aye
The same place that he got packed, is the same place that we flex our plaques
Swing this sammy or guns get pressed, I done it with S and S
I done it with Broadday, Hitman, Blitz and Yevz, cah Anything Goes for their set
Ever looked at your blade, see blood and flesh, and thought 'shit then, wouldn’t wanna be them'
Ever chinged man down till you got no strength, try cut but bro saying 'do him again'
Saying 'do him again', man done him again, gang-gang put an opp in a coffin again
His mum is a cat and she knows we beef her son, bang-bang gotta pop him again
Big bands got your girlfriend bopping again, I caught V1, should’ve got him again
They said he’s bad and he's caught an M, he’s gone now, won’t be a problem again

[Verse 4: T.Scam]
I used to hit sales off a Ridgeback with a flick nank, any sale man hit that
Might be [?] but I firmed that kickback, sight him, grip that, then lurk and hit dat
No revives or get back, when the AGs get round for the chit-chat
Remember when the hand ting jammed on him, he skeeted when he heard click-clack
I miss AK, man, it hurt when he passed, talk on him get left in the past
The first one just shattered the window, the second one nearly done my man's dance
I was on the wing like Mbappé, I wished that I played for France
Instead I’m on a wing with my hand down my trousers, somethings getting plugged if I’m in this stance
I’m on the strip giving cats their fix, or on a lurk with a twin ting, no Twix
Circle the 5, circle the 6, it’s been 2 hours can’t find these pricks
Now I just find myself in the 1, with the 1 pop, tryna get man gone
Please don’t talk about Crescent, we get round there and we score on them man for fun
We pulled up but he wasn’t that speedy, now he’s looking like he got he’s drip from Yeezy
AG’s fell off? Don’t be cheeky, we want more packs 'cah the gang too greedy
Just cool, take it easy, jump out the ride, try to leave him on TV
Let it spray like graffiti, done it bait infront of CCTV
[Outro]
Elevate, this mix sounds mad
Ay, Tweeko mixed this, you know
It sounds cold