[Intro]
(PacmanTV)

[Verse]
I used to wear wallabies
I never wanted these wallabies
Every n***a wants to be a gangster
Every n***a wants to hold a strap
And every n***a thinks a shank is banter
Until you're looking at your n***a
Breathing through a tube, like hes struggling to breath and he can't even speak or move
And now, you're thinking, what the fuck did I sign up for
'Cause now, you gotta ride on guys who tried to nank him up, so
The roads will get a boy changed like pampers
'Cause the handtings had the ends intense like campers
Forensics intense, like intent to supply
If I ever link Sergai it's intent to supply
We had the ends on our line
Had demand for the product we attempt to supply
But I never had time for the shots
Inside it, like nine on the dot
Tryna revise for my mock
Then the P's started to rise
Bought a nine for the docks, paid nine on the dot
All the times that I grind, I didn't shine on my mock
I ain't never been a fool, bro said, stay in school
If you ace your exams then you'll get paid in full
I ain't never loved beef
Don't listen to these dumb dons
Wishing I could squash it I got beef that I can't run from
Mummy knows I done wrong
All the times, I made her cry
All that ghosting in the night, like I don't even need to lie
Let a n***a fuck with me
Got mandem that let that pumpy squeeze
So real, man'll try to kill you for my brothers beef
I just keep walkin' them n***as they keep talking
They'll run into a stick like them n***as were sleep walking
I don't like to talk, bro, I just get so angry
Squash it if it's verbal, but I'll kill you for my family
Bruv, I'm only sixteen, the streets ain't right
Know man'll bun you for designer, I can deets your life
The trap wasn't a plan to me, road just made me angry
Sitting with a bag of green, like what the fucks a grand to me?
Used to watch The Bill, now I'm running for a bill
All this running from the bill might just turn into a casualty
Actually, the ends they might just turn you to a martyr
Snitches tryna blah-blah, no wing like Zaha
Trappers getting trapped by hoes turn further
N***as living fast and getting killed by karma
Told you 'bout them days with Rapz it was trappin'
Told you 'bout them men like I'll go Charlie for a Chaplin
Now, I'm layin' down the law
Made the lady hold the raw
And I put it smack down, I ain't talking 'bout no wrestlin'
Lawyers fighting cases we ain't talking 'bout no settlin'
Bruv, I've been dead broke twice, I had to get it in
Let a n***a rush me, trust me that'll be the death of him
Always got the metal in my hand like its a wedding ring
And all these different moods I've felt
You're nothin' with no G's like a Gucci belt
Still, I'm tryna make my P's stretch give a fuck if the beef's dead
Raf n***as down to scrap n***as like Benitez
Pagans had my whole ends locked by forensics
'Cause them shells flew like a spoonful of Lemsip
And my paigans done it, I ain't proud to say they done it
At least I know now, what they were saying man they meant it