[Intro]
Ghosty
Urban Kulture Sound
No one has ever given you respect, but you think in your heart they will fear you. If you do not get the respect you deserve, you will take it, by sending them love
[Verse 1: JTrizzy]
Trey ain't loose, he's done been fixed
Bob the Builder, man do them drills (I do)
Get juice on my stainless steel
Gotta wipe that, can't use for meals (I can't)
Don't chill on your block, it's real
Turrel got shot on the Hill, no chill (Got shot)
Potato shoulda got peeled
Open man up like boss mans till (Open)
'Net talk I back my flicks, mumsy hates it
I got no chill (She does)
Quick box, doing deal no deal
'Cause all these rich boys by crushing pills
Twin shanks called Jack and Jill
Dem man are joke man like Kay and Peele (Jokemen)
Upset 'cah their friend got killed
Man are bawlin' like Ian Beale (Crying)
Every time that I step 'round there
I'm not aggy, it's smiles on face (I'm smiling)
Man skeet when I back my blade
They heard about me, spill juice on pave' (They heard)
JTrizz I'm really OJ, no Simpson, it's dough I make (I do)
Every day one risk I take, that's freedom, it's the life I've made (I did)
Can't lie gotta hide my face
'Cah I drill on mains and I don't want case (I don't)
Scary sight when I back my blade
I caught Mz, push it all in his face (Push that)
Sweet one wan' come to the Grave for me and my mates, she can't be bae (She can't)
Gotta dick her down in her place, tryna push it all to her brain
The 2's gotta chill on the O
Can't chill on the 2, that block ain't safe (Not safe)
This dots come small like Nafe, unlike him it's done drill, not fame
My block just come like a zoo, bare animals that can't be tamed
See me I ain't on games, ask Mz when his rass got shaved
[Interlude: JTrizzy & Jax]
Ask Trey, ain't loose, he's done been fixed
Bob the Builder I do them drills
Get juice on my stainless steel
Gotta wipe that, can't use for meals
Zulu sector
Cannibals, animals, Hannibal Lecters
Hoes in the bandos, skipping their lectures
Wild and reckless, pull up on Vespas
[Verse 2: Jax]
I fear no one, don't rattle my cage (Nah)
Swinging this sword with rage
He wanna be bait? Put him on the front page (Bow)
I ain't seen bae in days
I'm going up kway, tryna double my wage
No, we don't throw no shade
We throw man bells and they're ringing off bait (Bow)
Man better know their place
I came with the dogs, Zulu sector
Cannibals, animals, Hannibal Lecters
Hoes in the bando skipping their lectures
Wild and reckless, pull up on Vespas
Do it and dust, I ain't tryna ask questions
Hide from the gang like ticket inspectors
Handle the vermin, radical surgeon
Touch mans cells when I'm giving injections
Bleach on the rambo, give him infections
Chatting 'bout Grave, best give me a mention
Can't give an opp attention
Man soon drop two-two with their bredrins
Pull up and kweff it, drill it and slide
Do him up different, bill it 'n' vibes
Glide with the guys, no drillers in sight
Fly man's door while they're chilling inside
We ain't tryna fight like Dillian Whyte
Man duel to the death when I'm swinging my knife
Got drillers 'n' Af', man's really outside
With a K on my lap got me feeling like Daesh
Slap bells in a cartridge, I ain't no boxer, I ain't Calzaghe
Zulu bastards, I got no daddy
Face all bait, I ain't got no bally
(Addington, Addington) Addington bandits, things in cabbies
Free up Lil Mozy and free Big Mally
Things get done, we don't keep no tallies
Half price on the light all week, we lost some P's, but they lost their cats
Yay in the 'rex, bring that back
Dry that, chop it and cling that pack
Bad little vibe, big fat nyash
Slap it in dogs tell her "Fling that back"
Fuck with the kid? Hide this wap
Feds on the gang, yeah, we're the wildest batch
[Outro: Jax & JTrizzy]
I fear no one, don't rattle my cage
Swinging this sword with rage
He wanna be bait? Put him on the front page
Project X
Every time that I step 'round there
I'm not aggy, it's smiles on face
Man skeet when I back my blade
They heard about me, spill juice on paves
Ghosty