[Verse 1: Jay Amo]

Listen, ay

I've been trapping four ways, smoking on this pole haze

Purple and green man, I'm smoking for the whole day

Looney gets his racks up 'til you know he don't blaze

The bacon can't catch me in my block 'cause it's a damn maze

I got brought up in that West Side of London

Where the Jakes would handcuff you and they beat you with the truncheon

Niggas can't function, that's why they make assumptions

If I see them niggas then I'll clap them, no junction

I was raised in poverty like what the fuck's democracy?

Rich people screw my niggas 'cause we make a mockery

In designer outfits, you know we smoke a lot of weed

I'm just tryna make a lot of P 'cause I've got lots to feed

My nigga said he's got a savage verse, I told him write it up

Niggas get that wet food, know that I dry it up

And bagging O's, get my Percy then I light it up

I'm kicking back with this zoot and Henny in this white cup

[Verse 2: Wax]

Ain't signed a deal, that's a damn shame

MTP, that's the campaign

I be trying to hit a mil so I'm out here in the field while you niggas popping champagne

And if I ride on a damn lame

I call [?], my nigga would do the damn same

Loon's OT snatching damn chains

I'm with Devz and we're swerving on these damn lanes

I'm from Grove, that's a little hood

You know, that first scene in Kidulthood

Had donny talking mad, man I wish he would

And when I bring sticks, I ain't giving wood

Look, so I grind like these niggas should

Had your bitch on my line 'cause I dick her good

But we don't fight over whores

If man want war, have a package at your door, no Littlewoods

[Verse 3: AJ Tracey]

In that alleyway again

Niggas hype, I'm spraying them

Baggied up, I'm weighing them

Workers out, I'm paying them

Iller than ever, said I'm ready whenever

Got the dog and the leather

Let it fly like a feather

I said I'm tryna go in on my

Nigga leaving the trigger

My nigga, tryna get bigger

Na I ain't watching my figure

Sipping Henny [?]

40 on or a spinner

She bust it open for liquor

And I'm a saint, ain't a sinner

Say my belt is the Rossi

Metal Royce and it's glossy

I get my re-up from Poppy

And Fàbregasing that dotty

Got Soldado on the white strike

White girl, wife type

Yuppy's on the white high

Tryna ball Like Mike

Baby, I'm the right guy

Running with the wrong crowd

Trafficking the strong loud

Tryna dodge the compound