[Verse 1 - Looney]

Twenty-six now, I didn't think I'll see twenty-five

So every day I wake I thank the Lord that he gave me life

I'm the only nigga from the Third that be on the roads

My opps ain't on piss, they wear vests cause they ain't on smoke

Living for the amount of time I've lived, fam it ain't a joke

But if it weren't for prison man I'd probably be a holy Ghost

Been a mad journey, I feel blessed that I ain't in a grave

Ever since a nigga came home life ain't been the same

Brum town city which got famous off of drive-by

Where boys in year nine are slapping niggas like a high-five

Ninety-nine point nine percent of artists ain't with this shit

Look at Killa Kam, he was hard but he's still a snitch

Bitches love the gang, I ain't famous but she's doing bits

Niggas be on fourteen grand but rappers if they pebble bricks

Everyone's a driller, where the bodies at like John Wick?

Freedom is a must for all my donnies riding basic

Me, I go hard for my bruddas like the Malis

I can't wait for the day we've all got horses on our car keys

When it comes to money fam I chase it like a stampede

I'm getting to the bag so I ain't sleeping like a bad dream

I've got hard raps but I ain't shotting these to crack fiends

Savage sixteens and my hooks bang like Ali

Remember as a kid they wouldn't holla us for parties

Cause me and my niggas stay strapped up like Arnie

[Hook - Deep Green]

Yeah this track's labelled 'Holy Ghost'

And the beat put a nigga in a stony morgue

See I remember wearing trainers that had holey soles

Now we're up, smoking on these Cookies, selling Oreos

[Verse 2 - Deep Green]

Two burners in my hands, getting chased by the feds

Should I bark 'em in the air or turn and aim into them?

I need my freedom so let me outrun 'em

Threw 'em in a bush and got 'em back, they never found nothing

Stardawg up in my silvers, I ain't rolling no haze

Come and fuck with a nigga, I've got stories for days

I've seen some other rappers chatting shit, stunting on the Gram

Call them 'Liar Liar' cah that fire's coming from their pants

Just know I really did it if I said it

Yeah that pitbull would've taken John's life if he ain't dead it

Stabbed it in the heart, left the owner there to pet it

Lucky that the feds showed up cause he was next to get it

Tales from the Third to the Six

Asking if it's facts, tell 'em that it certainly is

It's magic how a hundred pound can turn to a jib

All my game be in the trap, it's hard to flirt with a bitch

It's okay, fuck it though, my jewels do it for me

She can dance with my diamonds, have her moving naughty

I've had to shoot at niggas, I've been shot at too

Feds asking who it was, look I ain't got a clue

They've never tried to rob me, is that yet to come?

So when we travel out I'm telling Flyboy to fetch the gun

Yeah I'm number one like I'm next to none

Nice with this rap but I still treat this shit like extra fun

Outsiders looking in, they see games and laughter

Cah they see me fly like I'm in the sleigh with Santa

But if you ever read the book of Deep Green

You'll see pain and anger, that's my favourite factor