(Snizzy)
Look, tables turn we live and we learn
Bridges get burnt, I got no concern
Heard them n***as wanna put my face on a shirt
So anywhere I can them I'm spray them n***as first
The other day my brudda try questioning my gangster
True I'm banter, but don't banter my gangster
I'm on licence still riding with them gangsters
Forest Gate, Gaza we some gangsters
Talking about strips you never ran ours
Don't be talking about the gates
You've never come pass
When Star is in the place them n***as run fast
Don't be talking about sticks we've never dropped ours
That's some house boy shit
Shots fly might run up on that house boys wig
I'm an opp so I went and fucked that house boys bitch
She a thot, clearly got this house boy whipped and
That's real shit, cold nights had my hugging on that
Kill switch zombie slapping his ting that's real quick
I heard suttin got touched and I built it
Bob marley spliff and it's still lit
That n***a gon die for that pussy, suicide for that pussy
I ride for my son, I don't ride for no pussy
Never been the type to fist fight for no pussy
All about my bread like hovis
Couldn't give a fuck abut my old bitch
My new ting was there when I wrote this
I got rude boy waves and she knows this
My lifestyle cray on the streets and my name bells
Like Base on the beat (King Wavey)
From Forest Gate where were keeping it thural
I swear I can't stand none of these neeks in my borough
(Baseman)
Fuck the hood I wanna live lavish
But if you see me in your strip don't panic
Might put this music aside and get active but
My dragg told me don't think backwards
Told God all my mistake please see past
Made some bad decisions, but I got a clean heart
It come like the rap ting I was made for it
Cause every time I touch mic I get paid for it
Now I'm schmeeting my hotty for becky
She give me becky, fam the ting is too tecky
Heard these opps wanna score points off me
Pussy n***a all your getting is corn from me
I eat like a king dine with the bosses
Had to save p's to cover all the losses
Heard shots fly, we let more go
Don't come past the gates it's a war zone (Gaza)
Let it go then dip, the team spent racks on them sticks
Snizzy said it is what it is no love on these streets
Is what they told me, It's survival of the fittest on
These cold streets, said I've changed
Baby you just want the old me
Na babes you don't really know me
She's down for the wave I see
My name rings bells from the Gates to the Health
It's popping in my hood it's so real
Bare shots flying off in cornville and
Na fam you can't trust no one, fam I ride on my lonesome
Like bro go grab your own one
Same hood same number, told you fam it's gonna be a very long summer, my n***a T is landing road soon and
My ting tuck that's old news