[Squeeks]

They callin' me the boss, no he ain't Ricky

See me on my blocks and you know I gets busy

I ain't gonna stop 'til I get a quarter milli'

Running from the cops, will I make it out the city?

I'm feeling like I'm Biggie, literally I'm skinny

High up in the sky cah I'm smoking on the sticky

Joe dropped the top, man he got me moving shifty

I don't wanna smile cah, ain't shit pretty

Man I keep shit really

This is on my life

I been through the pain, nigga's see it in my eyes

I ain't gonna change for the women or the ice

When I ever leave the game, if I got to sign

Me, Blacks and Benny, way ahead of time

I clapped off the semi, watch you men all fry

You better step aside or you better get a life

About you on my strip nigga, what you selling white?

Pitch him on the pitch just for telling lies

Pussy you a snitch, you're never gonna ride

I'm smoking on a spliff, when I let it sky

Yeah I'm gonna ride 'til the end of time (Squeeeks)

And that's on my own

If it ain't' about money then I never leave my home

Yeah I'm moving funny when I'm speaking on the phone

Lee hooked me up so I'm sleeping with the chrome

Yeah I bring it home, and that's for my team

It's in my blood, I can feel it in my genes

I do it for the thugs, the ones that's getting cream

All my niggas that bust the machine

Yeah I get cream, niggas say dirty

I been a little bad boy yute since nursery

I ain't trying be on the blocks when I'm thirty

But I gotta hit them shots cos I'm thirsty

[Joe Black]

Listen

They calling me the boss, Joey's like Ricky

Catch me on the motorway, blowing on the sticky

Fiends want the peng so they phoning up Ricky

Squeeks got the cheese stinking out the whole city, really

I remember when I never had no lunch money

Then I went out of town and got that cunch money

Little fraud money, Focus, Ford money

Then the pussyo feds took it all from me

So I started from scratch

Built a new strip, made the youngens graft in the flats

I just sat back, flipped, and went hard in the tracks

Be honest with yourself fam

Who's harder than Blacks?

Real talk, going against me is suicide

Because I'd lose my life, before I lose my pride

We're due to be up next, it's true that we does this, the usual suspects

The kush that I'm smoking is so peng

I grind hard fam but I ain't' trying to go pen

I write bars on my BB, no pen

Fam I'm just trying ball like Luol Deng

Cheese in my spliff, henny' in my cup

Thinking 'bout my niggas that got 20 from the judge

Pour a little liquor out in memory of my thugs

Who ain't with us no more, they're in Heaven up above

I'm in the concrete jungle, full of snakes and rats

That's why as much as I love the hood, I hate the flats

I spend money on grub, then quickly make it back

I'm seeing high profits, and I ain't paying tax

Squeeks is a beast, I suggest you don't play with Banks

Realionaires out soon, you can hate on that

Done with the days of running round waving straps

The games about to change, man, watch it fade to Black