[Intro: Producer]
Ay Rocky this way
Ay Mizzy turn me up
(-ha-hi, Youngs made this)

[Hook:]
Yo! Yo! Yo!
Foot down in the AMG
Tryna pree for the AMP (Tryna pree)
I don’t know why they envy we? I don’t know is it cos their friend decease (I don’t know)
When I looked in the mirror I see a G when I took a L I got back on my feet I thank the Lord from A to B cos I made it home from those dirty streets
Nuttin ain’t sweet like counting racks when you make it home with some minor ps my brother prays five times a day mashallah got?????

[Verse 1:]
Im still in the streets with bloodcart diggers one phone call you can end six feet fuck slinging shots man sending bine tryna keep shit real discrete
Never noticed snake from a milе away
He was young tryna step with hammers
Wе never knew would turn this way
We turn up the borough from boys to men
You know how much man got hit with the trey you know how much man got hit with the shottie I smoke on opps then ash them away (I smoke on opps then ash them away)
Still got packs in-still got packs in the air and routing pushing ps airways (Neow)
You would have thought life was sweet and great when my bros coming out of jail when his hair’s turning grey (Free him up)

[Verse 2:]
My mum thinks I’m fucking tapped true say it’s just what I display
Kway back tryna slap man’s cat jumped out with the mash like pussy were Wray
I heard boy still tryna SAD
Pull up and pop man’s mango (mango)
Anywhere man go gang go (gang go)
He goes low when brucking the feds little Django (Free him up)
Blade in my hip Rambo (Yeah)
My brudda had a mash same size that’s Tango
Oh shit! I’m at your Coke can you ain’t ever stepped in the glide you joke man
A to the Cali my brother’s a Smokesman (Smokesman!)
Them man wet like sponges and sink in
Raising my cup when I’m drinking
[Verse 3:]
Two shotgun bells left my man limping you ever heard a Mac-10 ringing Luger nines shells ringing (Bap, bap!)
Opp shells just pinging still got PTSD (Hmm!)
Free AM blowing trees
I was up tryna count some ps next moment I just heard police

[Verse 4:]
Yo! Fast forward now I’m in the wing with ??? And Snoop gonna pattern some trees
Yo! The OPPs knew about LP ten took numerous trips tryna toured their block (Tour their block)
The clocks don’t stop I can’t wait till bro’s outta the block (Free him up)
Stay back or step with the dots it was two 44s. Tryna rock their block (Rock their block)
From their drop will rise their mot step round and clean that spot (Clean it up)

[Verse 5:]
Some mental shit you couldn’t fathom
Two waps deep when we step through Clapham (Two Waps deeps when we step through Clapham)
You never made it home that night what happened? (No!)
??? Dem talk tough but they fucking lacking
My n***a took flight but double back
Bro showed me the trey like he pass me the baton

[Hook:]
Foot down in the AMG
Tryna pree for the AMP (Tryna pree)
I don’t know why they envy we? I don’t know is it cos their friend decease (I don’t know)
When I looked in the mirror I see a G when I took a L I got back on my feet I thank the Lord from A to B cos I made it home from those dirty streets
Nuttin ain’t sweet like counting racks when you make it home with some minor ps my brother prays five times a day mashallah got?????