[Verse 1: Funky Dee]

Big pimpin' like Pimp C

My ex, she wan' link me

I was getting letters from coochie

In jail, sipping Hoochie

Wing looking like a movie

I pray my bro don't go juvie

I move brown and white, Angelica and Susie

Everything I spit, I spit truly

My head's gone, I'm kinda loopy

I get so much groupies

I eff them up

I make their pussy pink like Snoochie

A hundred spinning on a rouly

Spent 5k on the studi'

Hunt for the treasure like a goonie

This is real life, no cartoonie

[Verse 2: Brolic]

Don't stunt round here, those youngers are nosey

They'll catch you slipping and it won't be cosy

You're not that guy when you're one up on your lonely

You don't look twice, you're a pussy, you're a phoney

If it's on sight then it won't be a phone scene

Don't bother Snapchat, I wouldn't ever @ that

Hit him with the right hand, send for a catnap, pussy

On a bit but you're not no Tookie

Just dealt with a madness, switch with the blenders

Flavours patterned by the real Eastenders

Legislation benders

Fuck the law, fuck the feds, we're offenders

We don't rate your members

Frauds, fakes and pretenders

You'd better miss these tempers

You start beef, we're beef enders

[Verse 3: Golden Boy Muj]

One, one, two, mic check

When I come through, I rep

Sixteen bars, no sweat

Dem boy pose no threat

One, one, two, mic check

When I come through, I rep

Sixteen bars, no sweat

Dem boy pose no threat

No gym, I'm repping

Two plus two plus three, that's the- (whoa)

Add another two to that, that's the weapon

Yeah, the 9mm will tear out a melon

So mind how you're stepping

Leave you in a state if you fuck round with felons

2007, was locked up in Feltham

'06 here and my next door was Kevin

Let me tell you 'bout the area code

Brigstock; Parchmore Road

Mayfield Park

Man's out on the streets like I can't go home

I don't wanna hear no lies

If I die tonight

Bro, would you really go ride?

Bro, would you really go ride?

[Verse 4: Rawza]

I was tryna get round to nine like sudoku

Blade on me go through you, Rawza's dead?

I returned like Mewtwo

Obeah in my ring, not juju

See me with red, no su woo

Blacked-out when I do crimes, not Blue's Clues

Ready for the war like Spartans and Zulus

Moving dirt like Noo Noo

But I ain't a cleaner, Thunder Shock like Pika

I'm like them but deeper

That's what your girl said when I seen her

Rawza, bookey haunted creature

I dropped the bar, they pulled the beat up

You dropped your eight right after the G card

Man didn't clock that bar? Better restart

Draw the Blastoise, Hydro Pump then recharge

[Verse 5: Narxx]

Ahh, buzzing

Dank, billing it up on some fluff ting

Roll up back to the front with that gum skin

Go grab a hammer and dump and make dumpling

Narxx, back to the front on some crud ting

Frontline, living it like I'm not mortal

Think I'm an ikkle man? Feeling unlawful

Send man tripping, the dank is man's portal

Nuttin' but fire for man, I dash flames

That style deader, it's dead, I dash weh

If that gyal deader than dead, I dash shade

Cuh that gyal deader than dead, I can't rate that

That swag never was swag, it's not in

Dem man copy their chains, it's not bling

Dem man copying fame with no links

You're on some dead ting, you dickhead