[Intro]
(Danso, this gon' make me dance)
(Ayy, Krome, this one's hard, you know)

[Verse 1: Dopesmoke]
Yo, listen
Give me that drop, everythin' get dropped
Of-of course, we're routin'
Everyone knows they're losin'
We put the P in points, it's proven
Over that block causin' a nuisance
67'K sound good for the music
Bro's got his, and I got mine
I know it sounds dumb, which one are you choosin'?
My rap's sounds mad, real life I back it
Ask them man about me
Left blood on streets, I roll and tap it
4DC, press pause on rappin'
And I ever told no lies, I'm more than live
Ask them, I'll splash it
And anythin' goes for the set
Life's like chess, checkmate on Clapham

[Verse 2: GY]
Graveyard's back, all I know is attack
Broad day I got him in his hat
It's funny how I make snap back
I rap what I live and I live what I rap
I'm the truth, there ain't no cap
Spot and drop, shoot and deny
My young boys live, and I got him on tap
Got him and go, and we ain't gotta wipe his nose
Outside with the starter pack
We set him up good, now he scorin' goals
On the opp block, we creep up slow
On your marks, get set, let's go
Jump out gang, three doors get popped
You get skied, we ain't aimin' low
[Verse 3: Dopesmoke]
I roll up S anytime I'm stressed
Intent is death, can't settle for less
They're vexed, get stretched, anytime man step
Got five opp packs, only now they're vexed
Get caught offside, and it weren't by refs
See I love big backs but I'd rather breasts
She's pressed, I jeet and moved to her friends
Can't cuff no ho, must be smokin' pebs
N1 with Brucks on a ped, it's ments
Let it ring till it's done, or we swing our cheffs
SAD, we're known to the Met
And the streets can vouch, we're known for the M's
Spin this coupe, let's circle again
BRB, we don't know 'bout rest
SNM, let's give it a sec
Now we're back, next day, tryna bill up their friends

[Verse 4: GY]
All 'cause they got blasted
Reckz laid out in the casket
Blackz got hit with the cartridge
See my team been hittin' those targets
Reminisce with the gang, now we're laughin'
You wouldn't believe 'bout the blocks been tarnished
Either that or I'm outside graftin', puttin' in work for my profit margin
They need some assistance, they ain't got back, so we took his existence
Check the statistics, them man ain't scorin', them boy don't risk it
Four pipes in the ding dong driftin'
Up close and hit from a distance
Lit him like a tree on Christmas (Christmas)
[Verse 5: Dopesmoke]
We ain't aimin' low, man aim up high
I ain't tryna scratch me a leg
Chest shot gang, or we aim for your head
Gang tourin' around like "Who's up next?"
Even the blind can see that he's stressed
His best friend's dead, now he lost his neph'
I don't know how them man rest
Over there's like the real life walkin' dead

[Verse 6: GY]
I was really outside in the cold, snotty nose on a stolen bike
All the pressure got turned up high
I made the ting bust like a broken pipe
It coulda been K, it coulda been S
On a late night, it coulda been I
We glid five times in a day, I'm talkin' SAD in it's prime

[Outro]
(Danso, this gon' make me dance)
(Ayy, Krome, this one's hard, you know)