[Intro: E1]

Project X

Anyting grrr

Why did Chicken try cross the road?

Does he not know that we roll with smoke?

Pop up quick, head back, toast

[Verse 1: ZT]

Tell the opps them check my CV (ZT)

You know I’m a chest shot veteran (Wet em up!)

Coke, crack, heroin

You know that my niggas got everything

Eman back that dotz on the Nizz

See a bunch of kids tryna keep it peddling (Don’t run!)

AP nemesis, chestshot specialist

Farm or Lane I’m wettin’ ‘em

Crash that corn like Anonymous A (Crash that)

You know that the gang’s too ruthless

Slap that wap till it’s toothless

Say you chill with them get executed (Dead up)

And “I only chill with them”

Is one of the worst excuses

AFG thats stabbings and shootings

B Road, done a successful booting (Bow)

If I listen to the voice in my head

Every day someone else would be dead

You know that it’s blood man sheds

Stab for the kill with murder intent

You don’t wanna get your grown ass drenched

Forensic suits in and out white tents

And since we crash corn at them

It’s tit for tat, this shit’s intense

We-wet him like Assassins Creed

I flee from the scene

I don’t watch man bleed (Wet him up)

Jump out on an IC3

But most man run when I see one (Don’t run)

I’m running from IC1s

That’s boys in blue tryna lock man up

On the farm block with this loaded gun

Suffocate the trigger and get man bun (Bow)

Heard there were Jakes in the A

But I’m searching with gang tryna catch me a K

Dijon tried pedal away

So we took him to the Island Village Estate (Dickhead)

Opps wann’ talk on my name

But when I do camp they’re not tryna stay

Dick that down she’s screaming my name

You’re lipsing her, tryna call her bae (Err)

My browning from Tottenham’s cool

My lighty from the 3rds is too much stress

But shout-out my prestige one from the 9

She’ll hold it down to the end (That's right)

And I bored R1 in his back

Mickz done bored PLoose in his chest

And we used to be cool with them

Now they give verbal on internet (Patties)

Should have been billing up lines

Back then trapping off next man’s lines

But man can’t draw me out

That’s a bag a week and I’m on my grind

Possession with intent to supply

But it wasn’t on a county line

Looked out the window, saw twenty feds

And I couldn’t believe my eyes, like (What the fuck?)

Are you taking the piss?

I didn’t even bank one spliff

Had two and a blue in front of me

And man had to flush that shit

Looking at Rellz and WhyS

Like, someone take the wrap for this (I beg)

On my life that didn’t change shit

Man seen Prince on induction wing

[Verse 2: E1]

The life that I live is flames (Crazy)

Don’t ask how I bussed that case

I stayed quietly and said no names (No names)

Doors coming off and I think it’s a raid

Looked outside and I see armed jakes (Ay flash that)

That’s flash lights back on my face

Red lights beaming on me and my mates (I'm pissed)

Bro tried bang that bait

But that wasn’t the case

Now it’s toilet settings tryna send that kway

Kobi, smoking that straight to the brain

You can keep on adding them Ks

So we pull up to the Lane tryna insert blades

I remember that day when I backed it bait

I saw man run, trip, skate (Where you going?)

Smoking on this Kobi40

I hope he don’t turn in his grave and haunt me (Don't wake up)

Bad B on me too naughty

But I gotta sell that 6 for 40

Answer the phone, I’ll be there shortly

I hate when the cats move way too horny

Listen to my rap it’s a real life story (Real)

Aye don’t move salty

Ride for your brodie

“Anything Green get bun”

And they talk about waps then show me (Show me)

Di-di-dip di-di-dip

Who the fuck have you bored up? (Who? Who?)

You ain’t done shit, little man you’re a talker (Chatting)

I don’t know why you’re talking ‘bout Giant

When you see Giant you all move frightened

Using them legs like you’ve just seen a riot (Dash that)

Like how come your friends keep dying? (Dash that)

Aye listen to this cheeky joke

Why did Chicken try cross the road?

Does he not know that we roll with smoke?

Pop up quick, head back, toast (Bang)

Skengz died like the batt' on my phone

Don’t lack in the night like Skengz

Or you could get put in a benz

That’s you on the news at ten

You’re either dead or on a hospital bed (Dead up)

3’BM he got locked for a M (Free him)

And them man there scoring goals on feds

I'm stressed

I don’t know who to bill up next (Who?)

I told you, I’ve run out of riz

Let me cop me some new blue slims

Cause I’m tryna bill up him, him and him (Options)

Him, him and him (I’ve got options)