[Chorus: KayMuni]

Get rich, die or go jail, there ain't many ways

Yo you left me but I love you though anyways

I say, "Free the guys" but I ain't free anyways

Cah I hate being free when the steppers ain't

Get rich, die or go jail, there ain't many ways

Yo you left me but I love you though anyways

I say, "Free the guys" but I ain't free anyways

Cah I hate being free when the steppers ain't

[Verse 1: KayMuni]

Imagine if my nigga Bigz never took me OT

Or when Slickz said, "Come, we get him", I got cold feet

Dange, that's my big bro but that ain't my OG

Never put no money in my pocket but he showed me

How to get money, yo that's better than most

And if we're talking bout the bros, I can't forget about Bonez

Cah one mattress in the bando, had to top and tail

Really hit them town centres and started stopping sales

Do what you want when I'm gone, just don't lie please

I'm OT, hitting shots in a hi-vis

Trap star shit, I had to sleep in the car

PTSD made him sleep with a star

Yo shit, I don't blame him, probably do the same thing

Shoulda been in school bro, I was up on A-wing

Booters and shavings, our guys were going raving

Only time I stop trapping, when I'm on them front pages

[Chorus: KayMuni]

Get rich, die or go jail, there ain't many ways

Yo you left me but I love you though anyways

I say, "Free the guys" but I ain't free anyways

Cah I hate being free when the steppers ain't

[Verse 2: Marnz Malone]

Anyhoo, bells turn your brain into spaghetti hoops

I'm telling you, never thought I'd see 2022

I guess they weren't lying when they said there ain't many ways

Dodged death two times and went to prison anyways

Now I'm out here in the jungle, Steve Backshall

Yeah he raps hard but is it really factual?

I'm in my element like the bottom of your capsule

And I stay round trees like some fucking Fruit Pastilles

Yeah I love you but you left me though

Thought you'd never let me go

Anyways, I thought it's best you know

That I'ma do me, you do you ma

And if you're looking for me, you can find me where the goons are

[Chorus: KayMuni]

Get rich, die or go jail, there ain't many ways

Yo you left me but I love you though anyways

I say, "Free the guys" but I ain't free anyways

Cah I hate being free when the steppers ain't

[Verse 3: KB]

They ain't nuttin like K

What they know about hanging out the window, middle day?

Tryna get back for Blakes, I never snitched to get away

Even if I never done it bro, I guess I gotta stay

I just stand up and be brave, they ain't nuttin like this

I really shot niggas, I ain't nuttin like -

Nobody move, don't flinch, know the Bimma's got tints

They call me Coach K, I'll have niggas doing sprints

Before that hammer gets rinsed

Done it in the city and we done it in the sticks

Used to stay in AG but I done it for the twizz

I'm Drew Brees with the wrist

So if you're coming, don't miss and if you're running, don't trip

Prick, coming up, all we knew about was get-backs

Now the throwers tryna hit the wall like they're wetbacks

Tryna get packs, I told Shortie, "Don't get packed"

It's civil war on the ends, you better get strapped

[Chorus: KayMuni]

Get rich, die or go jail, there ain't many ways

Yo you left me but I love you though anyways

I say, "Free the guys" but I ain't free anyways

Cah I hate being free when the steppers ain't

[Verse 4: LC]

Day ones switched but I don't need 'em anyways

Beef, no rules, I'll let it ring where your mama stays

Never been abroad, HMP was our holidays

Trap nigga, I can bill a line in like seven days

I could show you how to whip like a crash course

Don't slip, I'll leave your brains on your dashboard

He was talking smoke then got smoked, it's what he asked for

Watch who you're around cah a lot of niggas backdoor

South baby, had to get it out the mud you know

I was only young but saw my daddy with a stick you know

So don't ask me why I carry one

Cah his genes, I'ma tryna carry on

Shoulda been in school, I was young, putting ballies on

My nigga's mum caught me with a wap like where my manners gone?

I just give that look like, "At least you know I got your son"

Savage, I'm sorry mum, look what I've become

[Chorus: KayMuni]

Get rich, die or go jail, there ain't many ways

Yo you left me but I love you though anyways

I say, "Free the guys" but I ain't free anyways

Cah I hate being free when the steppers ain't