We grew up trying to be the killers we was raised around
When we were serving fiends, you wasn't even doing paper round
Every day on road is a blessing, gotta make it count
We're kidnapping all summer if we don't make it out
Look at your n***as and your bitches when you're around your people
Most of them happy to see you down and living evil
They ain't pushin' your dreams, helping your deen
They're just smokin' your weed, spendin' your P's
What's the point in that please?
Where I'm from you bang your hammеr for a minor reason
If you ain't dying on your deen, then you're dying squeezing
N***as align with dеmons
You hear dat tire screeching
Caught a body broad day and he don't like da beef ting

N***as-
But it starts with the gyal
Sellin pussy for a flight or a bag
Like what you sayin'? Hold up
If he breaks his back to make 20 bags and go bust dat on an old Rollie then you're following back?
The game is mad
Most my teens, I invested in fiends
N***as is out here buyin Loubs
Boy, invest in your dreams
The Art of UK Rap, then you're mentionin' me
Finna take that away from me cah I'm sippin' lean?
Think about what life coulda been if we wasn't through with him
Uncle used to take me France, mummy raised me in Lewisham
13, she's askin how the fuck I buy da newest things
Baggin up an ounce in my brother's room for some Gucci things
Temporary housing, hope the place accepts DSS
These are my fiends, not my idea of friends
Watchin him pin up with his only vein left in the side of his neck
Most of the olders that I look to are washed
They lost their mind chasin' the status of being a boss
Build these baskets to the top but didn't see what it cost
He bought his own dream that he was sellin, now he lost
They build up these nice flats, stick to the local parks
Give it to the guys that roll around in all the chaffeur cars
Rentin' to the middle class but mixed in with the lower class
You send these kids to play with kids that never even go to class
Now there's a problem
But I ain't a politician or nuttin so all of that is nonsense
But when you're puttin' children in a jungle, unaware of the monsters amongst them
They end up like us

Listen, look
The game that you're playin' will get you so long in jail
You won't see the point of me prayin
A money hungry hoe and you won't see the point of her stayin'
It's fucked up, we're smart enough to know it, dumb enough to play it, uh
All that bangin' on the curb ain't enough
The judge'll lock you up quick bro
They're just words to the judge
That twenty year sentence was a normal Monday morning
But count your blessings, sonny jim, she could've gave you forty
Still, I'm in the kitchen with my tee over my mouth and nose because I'm whippin' up some coke on the stove, uh
Boil it, I pour
It fizzes, it roars
I bring it back in the purest of forms
Line ringin' til the early morning
You better do a grand a day if you're doin' deals in this raw
I make em bank and full up
But if they catch you in the trap with all these packs then good luck
N***as justifying snitchin, I can't take that
They're like, "He done it time ago, cuzzy, that was way back."
Huh?
Guess I'm just a different kind of dude
Main reason why we in some different kind of shoes
LB pulled up with some different kind of Loubs
LB, different kind of rude
Fuck it, that's it, it's a wrap