[Intro]
RB The Producer
Yo

[Verse 1]
Dem man are gassed like cannister
They ain't ever bust no caliber
These hold six, you can hold six
Nickname this gun Canada
Sidestep man like bannister
For man get wigged like barista
Forgive man work, man better work
Man don't play with my calendar
Time is money I add it up
Ride out gang outside the outside the lock
Fly out gang Im a traveler
Peckham Rye ambassador
I know all G's like Gallagher
Came up with a shooter and stabberer
To livе in the jungle is maddenеr
But man is a hunter and gatherer
Man came up against all odds
You lost your mind, you ain't on job
Man trust no man, man move dodge
Don't need no one mans on tod
SM1, you know man's squad
Finest cloth they cut man from
You don't know me, you know man's songs
G's don't sleep, where man's from
Bro, bro please, you ain't no don
Ain't face life if all goes wrong
Don't face Kyze the [...] gets long
Leave man sad, face all long
In this deep, it all goes on
Things we seen, heads all gone
Race of life, don't run that wrong
Think you run ship get your vessel bombed
Outta the mud mans hood grew
Bad man ting but good you
Man eat good, smoke good too
Cali got me high as a good view
Won't let man in, ill push through
Stand with them get pushed too
Ends is rough when the hood's smooth
To hear no news is good news
Everyday above ground is a good day
Everyday I save a round is a good day
Everyday I do the rounds is a good pay
He ain't around thats what they would say
Want me around like "Bro, you should stay"
The feds can chain me Kunta Kente
Don't give me the humps, not even wednesday
When they talk Im like no comprende
Man see me better know the sensei
Man see me better find their senses
Im not that guy that's behind the lenses
Man will sin with no repentance
Life in the street is my only sentence
Trying to appeal to the board of trenches
Jumped through hurdles, walls and fences
Opps fell victim to all defences

[Interlude]
Yeah
Yo

[Verse 2]
Trapsuit season's all mine
Trapped all through these hard times
Ain't no p's man can't find
Spent mad p's on car fines
No hard feelings all slime
Man been healing can't lie
Now Im way past the past
Moving past my favorite pastime
Mandem want here hard Kyze
Family wanna see calm Kyze
Can't let 'em see my dark eyes
Can't read me so ask my star sign
Heart been scarred got scarlines
She wanna read my palmlines
I told her no I can't
I trust in god, stars and star nines
Prayed for freedom much times
Time ease the pain when ma died
Can't sleep the same get glosseyed
Now and then, them demons pass by
My young g's p's are parse high
I tell him streets ain't part-time
You feeling sweet in car [...]
But your opps are beating carbine
Man best spend that p's wise
Man need shells no seaside
They show piece not peace signs
In these streets there's no peace of mind
This game ain't got no halftime
Free mandem doing hard time
I know it's hard I can't lie
All this pain, and still I can't cry
Times are changing rapid
They killing all these rappers
They clapping all these trappers
Hacked the encro, madness
Covid causing sadness
Bad man ain't on badness
Lockdown got man shakey
Like what "you shooked to grab this?"
Designed for life, Im savage
I'm the survival package
Put man anywhere on god's green earth and man will manage
If you ain't on capping
Or cap chasing fashion
If you make shit happen
Hats off to you, applaud your passion
Man keep up that work rate
Out all day man work late
Man just got some work and split that dirt up, cause the earthquake
R B that's my work mate
Not standard that's my shirt make
Round here we party standard
Everyday is the mandem's birthday
Plugs and links, drinks on drinks
Toast to life, glasses chink
Souls of gods, hearts of kings
Not to bust my gun's the hardest thing