[Verse 1: Frenzo Harami]
I'm out here making power moves
But I still slap a yat for an ounce of loose
Lost a couple packs, I'm in a sour mood
You wouldn't last a minute in our shoes
I knew this kid from round the way
Man they blew off his head for a pound of yay
I'm a pimp, I got a bag of haters
I rock the mink with the alligators
I got bricks, I don't need no maal
I make my gun sing like Naseebo Lal
I'm getting views but it's still the same
Hoes get fucked up on Ilford Lane
Stuck in the trap, we ain't up in the shubs
I can't answer the phone, my hands are covered in buj
I got some Paki bitches and Somali puddi
But I'm with my white slag and my kaali kutti

[Verse 2: Shaker The Baker]
Cheap ass friends, they'll snakе you for a dollar
Certain man are moving like thеy ain't got any honour
Beating the machines like my name was John Connor
Hit the balls hand to hand, Diego Maradona
When I'm in the trap, if I'm feeling like it's bait as hell
I'll never send my brother there to make the sale
If I made him get in trouble I'd hate myself
I'm a stand up guy like Dave Chappelle
Gotta move a mountain, I ain't ever resting
I'm running up this money like I'm debt collecting
Every time I see my money I just reinvest it
I don't like flashy shit, it's like I'm epileptic
I don't try and look flashy, I just do me
Still I'm good luck, chucking bitches like the movies
Long time yeah I spun these bricks
And I'm still spinning birds like Chun-Li's kick