Aye, you know the name
Stue Ski catch a case, and he's still doing jobs
On a run from the cops, with a rock
Still posted at the shop, aye

I'm from the town where the rocks run
I won't be around when the cops come
They just stood around when the Glock come
Betty yet the little flops living off my pot run

Glasshouse still pegging rocks cunt
That man got ished' for a hundred bucks
Primo smoking on the hundred buds
Looking at 20 large reminisce on 100 bucks

I done fucked around and I done pressed my luck
He was talking down 'till I ran him up
I done fuckеd around and drank 100 cups
While I'm in the street, and deep, that money show you lovе

Barbers, shop keepers
Fathers, rock dealers
I seen money actor make em' all the same
I sport no believe I do then who's to blame

IPhone recording making bitching when we beefing
Pressing not be bleeding, asking if I'll delete it
I'm like no
Run a man down in his own postcode
Where that lad from don't ask you know
I had to stand tall where my friends don't fold
Grinding the hate when the nights get cold
I stay out of the streets when the stories get told

Stories get old and I still swerve sketz
Dog become a rat, then I take him to the vet
People get outed on a track when I rap lad
Watch you disappear when I see you like a Snapchat

And that's facts, 60 got me feeling if he sleep with a Rambo
You no one ever trust cities sleep with a Rambo
No one ever trusted nitty sleep with a Rambo
So, I know nobody fuckin' with em'

They say God made homes to get angels
But I'm still trapping out my flat
And these days I got no patience for a man
Tryna aim one through my cap

I used to sleep in the cold in the trap
I got no respect for these fuckin' damn lads
Box these cunts, period no pads
I'm smoking hazy I'm going crazy lad

I'm all up in my bag, I'm all up in my bag
And no mom, no dad, do you really understand
I do it for the bands, I came up off a grand
You came off my hand
Stue Ski catch a case and he's still serving-man
I make the money while I can
Before I end up in the can
I take money from your clan

Used to be Stue Ski rollin' with booties
'Till he realized DM and they stand
Now it is Stue Ski dripping in Gucci
Still in the ends running down that man

Hope they understand, aye