[Intro]

Quincy

[Verse]

Cold nights in the Gaza

It was either go home or go harder

Back then we was runnin' man down, Mo Farah

But the opps were faster

And we didn't know nuttin' 'bout waps

Had a kitchen blade and a axe

It was Jump Out Gang

No dingers, them times it was Goldline cabs

And I didn't think we'd all go jail

I never thought that Crookes would get twelve

Didn't think that we'd all take L's

I never thought they'd take Ramz as well

But this is the life we livin'

Fifteen, I was doin' up kitchens

Eighteen, I was doin' up spinners

Now the opps dem got, let's bill it

That's lovely

Anywhere I go, I'm comfy

And I'm still keepin' up on fuckery

That boy got touched and he didn't turn pack

Next time he won't be so lucky

Free the Gaza, free Snizz, free Wizz, free Rum

Free Shortz, Nero and Funds

Can't forget about my driller C1

Yeah, I miss my members

Yeah, I miss my 7's

Free Stun, I swear he really done man reckless

Left niggas on stretchers

And I'm still out 'ere squeezing these weapons

On my life, this beef ain't ending, never

Anytime I step it's pepper

Blacked out tracky and leathers, gang, gang

[Outro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ay, my fuckin' nigga you know

Ay, nah, what you tellin' me man?

I swear down my nigga, I miss the roads

Ay, man's just here baking off bro, man

With the lifers, you know what it is already man

Same shit

But yeah man, don't worry man, man's home soon, soon man

You get me?

But yeah, man puttin' the mash away my bro

Signing out, man ah hit you up though man

Real soon man, don't worry