[Intro]

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[Verse]

It's Kay-O, I put my all in it for my set

One the opps dead, so bop the cheffers and cop skengs

Many hot steps, would of been stressed if it had gone left

Could of gone pen, dodged some birds, missed a long stretch

Nerds get burst for sitting down on fences

Been squeezing, but we still seeking vengeance

I see the sense from inside it, outsiders say its senseless

Need P's for machines, it's expensive

So I hate it when wе lose a tool

Give her dough to keep it in hеr home and she don't juice at all

When I phone her for a beat, it ain't a booty call

Load up, rise this heater, if they're seen, they're due to fall

More time I'm in the studio, still run the risk of losing all

Since bro died, things have been unusual

RIP Shegz, he really glued us all

I got taken by jakes, on the day of his funeral

Feds saying I been wanted three months, I'm saying I ain't been running

I was staying at my house, and they ain't been coming

They waited till that date to nab me, just to be fuckery

Found some stains and some licks to be studied

Might change plates and go look me a body

Once you jump in that [?], leave your fear and your worries

Slang light & the buj, and then came along robberies

First drop I ever robbed, it was hanging

Front door popped, then we ran in and bagged it

Believe bro, left his phone in the attic

Rung the door bell, they let him back in to go and grab it

When corn slaps, they hide and they panic

Get done bad if we slide and you're static

Hear them talk, see them act, but I find that its chattings

Put my thoughts into raps, I ain't online ranting

First gun I ever saw, was a hand ting

First gun we ever got, was a .38

Young days, bro was hitting cunch spots for weeks straight

I was trapping in Hackney, from Clapton to Eastway

Kept a flicky on me way before the beef came

I've never been a stingy one, or a cheapskate

Make some cake and split it out, we all need plates

Good on my ones, but still always in for team play

Put in for my set, and feel no regrets

Need more of this bread, might get pealed for your kettle

Or Pealed for your Z's

How it goes in the fields, it gets ments

They don't keep it real on the net

They never rid or chilled on the ends

But want to tell how they feel on the web

Don't get killed for respect

Done them drills out the whip

But it's a different thrill off a ped

Clips get filled up with lead

[?] got skill with the skeng

Shotguns big, it sits down the leg

Get grilled or get cheffed

Dodged the bin, and I want them appeals for my friends