[Intro]

Yo, yo, yo

Yo

[Verse 1]

Peng ting on my line, yeah, I really might wife that

Don't talk, do dirt, I'll fight back

All up in the Blue with the loud in the clear bags

Bruddas won't slew, they're loud, just bare chat

Fake lines in the scene, they hear that

All the average shit gets bare gash

All the gun talk, man, I really don't fear that

Ready to die like B.I.G, don't fear man

If you're really on P, I'm there, man

Been up in the scene, they lie, not fair, man

But it's just life, get by, that's dem man

I've been on truth, white girls, no spray tan

Told myself that I need to let go

Pressure buss pipes and I pipe them hoes

Bang him in the face, watch a big man fold

Really on work? Dem man are on phones

(Phones)

And you know say man ah stay ghost

More time with the bro, that's Ace, man know

Man ah really seen low, bare pain, no dough

Yeah, fuck being broke

Woke up, didn't eat, just smoked

On the Blue side wave, no boat

She give me ghost, that's brain, that's dome

If you know, then you know

I'm from a place where there's not much hope

Young Gs in the trap light necks, no chrome

Get caught just tryna get comfy

Life gets tight when it's got you on ropes

That's why I need the bread, no Hov'

Is the scene really real, blud? No

Had a vision, saw gang doing globe

Did dirt but I want it all clean like soap

Sicker producer, I do work

In the bluest gang, nerd's the new work

Came through with the V like your girl's skirt

And them man love hate, them man are real hurt

They chat skengs but real life, in beef, burst

I was dead broke for Ps, I had a real thirst

She likes P, she likes me, I feel her

Too real for my scene, I've seen worse

And I really do this for the family

From a young age, seen tools, no Mandy

Hard dough bread, saltfish and the ackee

Up in the West, put food in the baggies

Lightskin girl like khaki

All of my bruddas are sure that they will back beef

Man ah don't chill with the fakes, that's tacky

Man are just around for the fame, fall back, G

And I'm a badboy from Nigeria

And Saint Lucia mixed with the white

I'm black, no trooper

Nowadays, everyone's chatting like shooters

Take tokes of the pure, plan for the future

In the Blue, did work like a looter

In my own lane on sound, fuck rumours

Cuh man ah be chatting real super

Dem man are busters

Chat about grime but they ain't gutter

Old MCs move shooker than youngers

I was in the Blue, did dirt, did numbers

No regrets, learnt ways from my brothers

Ironic that I'm out for the belly

And it's all to get P for the mother

Real shit, if you know about the gutter

Not all the real niggas win, they're bluffers

[Chorus]

And I'm just blowing smoke, I don't watch face

She says she feels my sound, she likes the way I spray

And we be thinking 'bout the money everyday

And I just want it for the marge before the grave

And I'm just blowing smoke, I don't watch no face

I do it by myself, watch me get the pay

Dem bruddas focused on the talking and the hate

Fam, I don't feel that shit, I'm building my own lane

[Verse 2]

Fuck waiting around

Man are taking the piss so I'm taking the crown

Always high and I will look down

Cuh that's where I'm from, pain and frowns

In the bits with the gang with a plan for the pounds

Yeah, the world's gone mad but I stay to the ground

Do it on my own, I don't need them

Man are on fame but I'm really on sound

Never lost in the sauce, myself, I found

Fuck riding a wave, make nine for the pound

Went nights in the Blue, been there, been around

Been up in the trenches tryna get down

What'd you know about pain and struggle?

Up in the manor, do crime, do hustle

I wanna win my set, so fuck all

That wanna see me fall, can't buckle

I wanna live my life, no trouble

Dirt, they be doing up the most, bare rubble

Told Tuckz I wanna see the end of the tunnel

So life and work, I play and I juggle

I see the hate, it's subtle

AK-48 smoke shuttles

Chat about skengs, but they need muzzles

E to the Z, I know life stay humble

Build it myself, I don't bread

Love girls, get girls real wet

Run up on your scene with the rats, fuck press

Thirteen, saw hate and skengs

All up in the Blue just tryna meet ends

And I clocked them real fake friends

Shoutout to the real ones just like Seb

Ghost in the Blue, I need more than a Benz, Powers

[Chorus]

And I'm just blowing smoke, I don't watch face

She says she feels my sound, she likes the way I spray

And we be thinking 'bout the money everyday

And I just want it for the marge before the grave

And I'm just blowing smoke, I don't watch no face

I do it by myself, watch me get the pay

Dem bruddas focused on the talking and the hate

Fam, I don't feel that shit, I'm building my own lane