[Intro: J Spades]

Why get money on your own

When you can get money with your team

And get rich together, you know

It's the head nigga in charge

It's my third year

And I am the talk in these streets

[Chorus: J Spades]

We're the real talk in these streets

We put London on the map

I don't roll with no police

Rather roll around with my strap

Any nigga snitching in my ends haffi leave

And can't come back

And all my niggas, and all my niggas

And all my niggas know dat

In the summertime when the sun ah shine

And all my gyaldem look hot

Got a down bitch, if she's down with it

Might grow some weed in her flat

Gal tell me seh she loves me

And I tell them I love them back

And all my galdem, and all my galdem

And all my galdem know dat

[Verse 1: J Spades]

Nothing worse than a drought, there's nothing about

And you're selling them Z's, 800 an ounce

Niggas like me hear that (click, clack)

Run in your house

Since my niggas run up for real

You, just run up your mouth. Stop it

I need a half a box

And get the next half on consignment (what you mean?)

Ima pay for half

And get the next half on consignment (like seen)

Slide six months and I know dem man deh can't find me

They won't let me blow

So while I'm on the roads I stay grimey (stay grinding)

Finesse that nigga

Ain't nobody gonna stress me out

Somebody gonna stress that nigga

Cause when we left that nigga

Half a brick dun left that nigga

But they've been getting money for a long time

That's just a little setback nigga

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[Verse 2: Snap Capone]

Snap Capone the black Mussolini

Got crack in the bottle nigga no genie

357 when man's stepping

Remix the brick then ima sell it

I'm counting up this money thinking 'fuck the plug'

I run up with a brick of buj a nine of dubs

Vivienne Westwood everything

My West ting ten out of ten, Afghan heroin

I stay looking fly in the name of drugs

Niggas talking beef, but we know they're soft

Finesse that strap, disarm that nigga

I've got brick on con, and I ain't gon pay that nigga

Snap Capone from that Southside

Niggas die when we ride

Hollow tips in that G9

I'm on that Eastside of that London

Fields nigga, shit's real nigga

Skrrr skrrr in that Porsche nigga

Headshot blood spill nigga

Got a bad b popping pills nigga

[Chorus]