[Intro: Sav'O]
(Madara)
J'S, J'S

[Verse 1: Sav'O]
If your friend gets packed and you pack something back don't mean you're a savage you had to react
For a minor diss I'll overrreact
I'm just like hunch I can back my chat
You ain't did shit why you still with your gang
And when you went jail you denied our batch
Damn that could never be my batch
Corn gets crashed and we swing our splash
We keep it real so the fake are mad
Really been in the field let me state some facts
Bro used 2 shanks when he got down ****
Bro hung off the ped when he let that crash
I hopped off thе ped then shit got splat
When I jumpеd out the ride I blessed my rams
Don't get why this neek try compete with man I'm a different level there ain't no match
I'm a big darg in this ting from young treat wono like Feltham aye
My man curled up when he felt this blade don't step out of line you'll meet front page
Two gal from kway both pooch fucked the same
Man smashed them both when I linked them late
Gang send out corn or we wetting our blades don't slip with your bitch I'm ending your date

[Chorus: Sav'O & Horrid1]
My life's like a movie, action
Gang got no match can't match it
The net chattings get real life reactions
It's a small world so mind how you're chatting
There's no way you have beef when you're lacking, slacking
Main road ting I'm attacking, mad ting
She just lost her son, sad ting she don't even know who packed him
My life's like a movie, action
Gang got no match can't match it
The net chattings get real life reactions
It's a small world so mind how you're chatting
There's no way you have beef when you're lacking, slacking
Main road ting I'm attacking, mad ting
She just lost her son, sad ting she don't even know who packed him
[Verse 2: Horrid1]
I don't think theres a time that I took that blade out my hand
Even when I went to the can I had a flick knife
Bro had a knife that's long like man violence raises in the can
Man abuse the whole of the 12 that's bullying tan I'm cooking him
He's dissing it? What man's jukking him metal gonna rip through his skin he's full of it
He got chinged who done it? I done it man rose my gun, why you running?
Come back I wanna bun him
With a rambo knife I cut him and gut him try slide to my block and hear bow bow bow
We ain't drumming that's bare guns bussing
I can honestly say that my opps are on nothing
I had 2 gal in the room smashed them both tell the pooch start coming
I'm the real Huncho I don't know about Quavo
The real broadday man done it on mainroad
I'll swish that frogg don't tell me about Fredo
I'm the real top boy in the ends like Kano
If I kill something in Trini I'll fly to Tobago
Waps on the block got to dodge them plain clothes
LayLow bro just robbed man for 100 stacks go flex them peso's

[Chorus: Sav'O & Horrid1]
My life's like a movie, action
Gang got no match can't match it
The net chattings get real life reactions
It's a small world so mind how you're chatting
There's no way you have beef when you're lacking, slacking
Main road ting I'm attacking, mad ting
She just lost her son, sad ting she don't even know who packed him
My life's like a movie, action
Gang got no match can't match it
The net chattings get real life reactions
It's a small world so mind how you're chatting
There's no way you have beef when you're lacking, slacking
Main road ting I'm attacking, mad ting
She just lost her son, sad ting she don't even know who packed him