[Intro]
ProbeatzProductions

[Verse]
It's Kay-O, I put my all in it for my set
One the opps dead, so bop the cheffers and cop skengs
Many hot steps, would of been stressed if it had gone left
Could of gone pen, dodged some birds, missed a long stretch
Nerds get burst for sitting down on fences
Been squeezing, but we still seeking vengeance
I see the sense from inside it, outsiders say its senseless
Need P's for machines, it's expensive
So I hate it when wе lose a tool
Give her dough to keep it in hеr home and she don't juice at all
When I phone her for a beat, it ain't a booty call
Load up, rise this heater, if they're seen, they're due to fall
More time I'm in the studio, still run the risk of losing all
Since bro died, things have been unusual
RIP Shegz, he really glued us all
I got taken by jakes, on the day of his funeral
Feds saying I been wanted three months, I'm saying I ain't been running
I was staying at my house, and they ain't been coming
They waited till that date to nab me, just to be fuckery
Found some stains and some licks to be studied
Might change plates and go look me a body
Once you jump in that [?], leave your fear and your worries
Slang light & the buj, and then came along robberies
First drop I ever robbed, it was hanging
Front door popped, then we ran in and bagged it
Believe bro, left his phone in the attic
Rung the door bell, they let him back in to go and grab it
When corn slaps, they hide and they panic
Get done bad if we slide and you're static
Hear them talk, see them act, but I find that its chattings
Put my thoughts into raps, I ain't online ranting
First gun I ever saw, was a hand ting
First gun we ever got, was a .38
Young days, bro was hitting cunch spots for weeks straight
I was trapping in Hackney, from Clapton to Eastway
Kept a flicky on me way before the beef came
I've never been a stingy one, or a cheapskate
Make some cake and split it out, we all need plates
Good on my ones, but still always in for team play
Put in for my set, and feel no regrets
Need more of this bread, might get pealed for your kettle
Or Pealed for your Z's
How it goes in the fields, it gets ments
They don't keep it real on the net
They never rid or chilled on the ends
But want to tell how they feel on the web
Don't get killed for respect
Done them drills out the whip
But it's a different thrill off a ped
Clips get filled up with lead
[?] got skill with the skeng
Shotguns big, it sits down the leg
Get grilled or get cheffed
Dodged the bin, and I want them appeals for my friends