[Intro]

Maniac

[Verse 1]

Best be ready it's fight or flight

If your legs be jelly might not survive

Left scenes messy, love that kind of ride

When we step it's cheffy or bine that flies

Tired of trying but need their deaths

So it's me that attempts or I'll try and supply

I'm the type of guy to speak with chest, bleed for my set, go slide for mine

Free Stally, he was trying to fly them pebs

Free Crashy, he just love to fire at them

Free Dezzie D, love the dings to drive or ped

Free M Trappo, free Chunks, two violent men

Hope Smokes comes home and finds his steps

Weren't a year out and he's doing some time again

Got me like I got him, do up anyone I'm against

Free YB, he's just doing his final bend

Drug cases, buck pagans or hitting licks

This the reasons why my people doing prison stints

Nuff machines, nuff badines, might bring a stick with me to go hit a chick

Shit's ments, best you don't lack on the pavement

Cause this test will have you in a grave not get graded

Get bread and then push that paper on trainers

Select creps, push out to estates and then lace them

[Chorus]

Be ready they gone turn you off, you no lucky

Can't be anywhere, me see the opps, it gets ugly

Ski beddies that me rob for the money

Bad Bs on me and the cops wanna cuff me

Be ready they gone turn you off, you no lucky

Can't be anywhere, me see the opps, it gets ugly

Ski beddies that me rob for the money

Bad Bs on me and the cops wanna cuff me

[Verse 2]

That's how it goes, you never know, you can't plan the roads

Years trapping, feds might take what you have to show

I ain't lacking, them man see mum with gang, on nuttin when they stand alone

Dank and a bis is like a man's cologne

Shank on the hip had them on their toes

Now it's hands on the stick when we scan their zones

He got blammed but he lived, I wish he hadn't coped

Free A man, been a minute since we had him home

Free S, they try and claim that he handles smokes

Free Smizz, was in tizz, feds say that he rang a phone

Jim's free, he got a bid for a big bag of crow

June's free, had to sit for a shit and a shave cause he had a blade, imagine if he had a pole

Free B boy, still sad that it's a bad result

See him do the rapping ting, he wanna hear the gang at shows

I know there's feds on my tail, want me in the pen, rotting in the bin, going stale

From the outside looking in, they must think my head isn't well

Cause I still do what they done when it's put most my friends in jail

Shit's ments, best you don't lose on the curbside

Cause this gang will have my view of you looking bird's eye

Quick step, we do what we do and then burn tires

Don't intend to leave any proof when it's your time

[Chorus]

Be ready they gone turn you off, you no lucky

Can't be anywhere, me see the opps, it gets ugly

Ski beddies that me rob for the money

Bad Bs on me and the cops wanna cuff me

Be ready they gone turn you off, you no lucky

Can't be anywhere, me see the opps, it gets ugly

Ski beddies that me rob for the money

Bad Bs on me and the cops wanna cuff me