[Intro: Rimzee]
(5ive music)
Yo, ah, yo

[Verse 1: Rimzee]
I bought multiple burners
I've been on multiple glides
If she ain’t the missus, can't think the same trick twice
They know me, I'm worksy, I’ve been bad since nursery
Any vio' get 'round there, I come fast like Ferdi
Made P's and I lost P's
Get busy in Bond street
All the roles that I done, I should've been part of the concrete
What you mention my block? Gotta mention Rimz cuz
Built the shit like the Windrush, I'm a G in the street like Timber
They lying and fibbing, tryna stack me a million
Me, I don't pull up on smoke, me I rather pull up with it
And I still get them boxes, Trapstar like Toxic
They killed my n***a T.I, ’cause he never had it on him

[Chorus: Rimzee]
I just came outta Xabsi ’cause I shoot like Ramsey
I put bujj in a mixer, I'm in a T like Lambie
My heart done gone cold, all the pain in the gun smoke
Never thought I’d see 21, I felt like Pop Smoke
I just came outta Xabsi 'cause I shoot like Ramsey
I put buj in a mixer, I'm in a T like Lambie
My heart done gone cold, all the pain in the gun smoke
Never thought I'd see 21, I felt like Pop Smoke
[Verse 2: M24]
I had a dream like Martin Luther (Luther King)
Then I made it happen (Yes I did uh-uh)
Now I got fans, I don’t know what happened
Bare ones cattin', opps still chattin', hate and preein' 'cause man's mashin' (Why they hate?)
Man still did the drill in some old-school fashion
Bootcut jeans, burn that drip, park that up, burn that whip
Four-wheel drive man skrr that shit, diamonds on my chain 'cah I earnt that drip (Uuh, uh)
In the field like Salah, score, now we up on the board, 'cah we earnt that shit (Uuh, uh)
Over them sides, I learnt that strip (I did)
Do the drill then skate (Gllt, baow)

[Chorus: Rimzee]
I just came outta Xabsi 'cause I shoot like Ramsey
I put bujj in a mixer, I'm in a T like Lambie
My heart done gone cold, all the pain in the gun smoke
Never thought I'd see 21, I felt like Pop Smoke
I just came outta Xabsi 'cause I shoot like Ramsey
I put bujj in a mixer, I'm in a T like Lambie
My heart done gone cold, all the pain in the gun smoke
Never thought I'd see 21, I felt like Pop Smoke