(Snizzy)

Look, tables turn we live and we learn

Bridges get burnt, I got no concern

Heard them niggas wanna put my face on a shirt

So anywhere I can them I'm spray them niggas first

The other day my brudda try questioning my gangster

True I'm banter, but don't banter my gangster

I'm on licence still riding with them gangsters

Forest Gate, Gaza we some gangsters

Talking about strips you never ran ours

Don't be talking about the gates

You've never come pass

When Star is in the place them niggas run fast

Don't be talking about sticks we've never dropped ours

That's some house boy shit

Shots fly might run up on that house boys wig

I'm an opp so I went and fucked that house boys bitch

She a thot, clearly got this house boy whipped and

That's real shit, cold nights had my hugging on that

Kill switch zombie slapping his ting that's real quick

I heard suttin got touched and I built it

Bob marley spliff and it's still lit

That nigga gon die for that pussy, suicide for that pussy

I ride for my son, I don't ride for no pussy

Never been the type to fist fight for no pussy

All about my bread like hovis

Couldn't give a fuck abut my old bitch

My new ting was there when I wrote this

I got rude boy waves and she knows this

My lifestyle cray on the streets and my name bells

Like Base on the beat (King Wavey)

From Forest Gate where were keeping it thural

I swear I can't stand none of these neeks in my borough

(Baseman)

Fuck the hood I wanna live lavish

But if you see me in your strip don't panic

Might put this music aside and get active but

My dragg told me don't think backwards

Told God all my mistake please see past

Made some bad decisions, but I got a clean heart

It come like the rap ting I was made for it

Cause every time I touch mic I get paid for it

Now I'm schmeeting my hotty for becky

She give me becky, fam the ting is too tecky

Heard these opps wanna score points off me

Pussy nigga all your getting is corn from me

I eat like a king dine with the bosses

Had to save p's to cover all the losses

Heard shots fly, we let more go

Don't come past the gates it's a war zone (Gaza)

Let it go then dip, the team spent racks on them sticks

Snizzy said it is what it is no love on these streets

Is what they told me, It's survival of the fittest on

These cold streets, said I've changed

Baby you just want the old me

Na babes you don't really know me

She's down for the wave I see

My name rings bells from the Gates to the Health

It's popping in my hood it's so real

Bare shots flying off in cornville and

Na fam you can't trust no one, fam I ride on my lonesome

Like bro go grab your own one

Same hood same number, told you fam it's gonna be a very long summer, my nigga T is landing road soon and

My ting tuck that's old news