{Intro}

What you sayin'

Drill Simon Cowell

{Part 1}

Since young mans shown no love

Say you do trap but you dont know grub

Just leave me be, dont speak to me, they know im a solo thug

On streets like a hobo does

If i have beef i'll go low slugs

If an opp gets nicked i do not predict that he says he dont know us

Been on the block, but we dont move bait

So the jakes dont notice this

I saw him tryna toke his spliff, so i showed him what smoking is

I chase him then poke this prick

We're not online with open lips

They must be on potent sniff, hope to see my opponents slip

They try drain my energy but i just have to wait and see

They go bake in A&E, hope he dont snitch and say its me

Feds hate me break him free, know they want me in the HMP

I love how i make her be, shes a good girl she ain't for me

Bally on tied when we go on a ride, so you won't see no face

Went straight to the first opp block didn't see no one lets relocate

I saw two whips looking like undies, so i just said bro best pree those plates

EU14 on the block, and my other bro said he was seen by jays

At night im sleeping well when i think of enemies in hell

Dish work in the pyrex pot, fill that shit 2 7 tcl

When bro got bagged i was so damn sad, so i hope that he gets bail

And if he gets locked in jail, man know that ill send him P's in mail

Wheres Nedim he's in hell, if i see him ill feed him shells

Told bro just cause im white dont mean that i can't season well

This beef gets season bells, on the rides we dont speak or yell

There friends got weed in hell, and they all know its peak aswell

[?] got splashed with the largest knife, he ran off but at last he died

Dont know how his darg survived, but swinging that back was the last of tide

He got got and their ain't no COD im rah surprised

Cah when paramedics came, so i can't explain that fast revive

I, step tryna tarnish lives, 3 Opp blocks was the farthest ride

Good boy in my fathers eyes, but he dont know who i have harmed with knives

No sleep so im part deprived, and i dont get bread but my artist might

I, step tryna tarnish lives, but im a good yute in my fathers eyes

[Part 2]

True say that i still grind in booth but im still on splashing backs

They tell lies no valid facts, we're in the lead by massive gaps

Dot holds teeth so you best complete these rapid laps

They shoot first im slapping back on the opp block man grab and tap

Food in the whip im losing my shit this track is mad

Just me and my best mate carrying ZK's classic ak

She look good in that dress two perfect breasts and the fattest back

Saw what i did on my first tune but the first swing is a practise lap

When they see me in the booth im very in tune my focus shows

I dont talk but i notice loads

Making music i hope it blows

Bait that she loves me take this rusty hold it close

Sawn off with the oldest nose would the ting jam i hope it dont

Bro toe to toe if i miss him ill toast his bro

Can't bury you in the forest it might get searched but the ocean won't

No evidence so the case that they have is an open close

Didn't come from a broken home but i had no choice when i chose the road

Oh shit oh shit im a famous yute lemme show you what the stainless do

I know that shits pentrating through

Spent two hours at yard then i spent like 8 at booth

Opps can't cut through da ends and if they do its the safest route

Told my light skin take this food but when i said that all her face was screwed

I asked why you look like that and she looked right back and said 'mate we're through'

Now imma frustrated yute thinking how can i make this move

Plus i just lost my light skin so i guess my other ting will do

I guess my other ting will-