[Verse 1: Farkz]

Wrap a half or wrap the most, I'm gonna hit the T

Work towards that M, put in million pound dreams

Hit the jugg and hit my bro for teenths of each

Now I'm sitting on the threes, rapping bout when I'm free

Word shotting never done a thing for me

Chef man's eye, he wanted everything from me

These niggas not who they pretend to be

We got bine on bine for all them yutes that envy me

Really done a mazza for my dargs

You're in danger when we're rolling with them weapons in the car

You know that's thе crazy deal, we love to lеt it spark

That yute said he's gonna kill me, think he had a change of heart

I heard he tried to run but he never made it far

I watched broski slap the star out the window of his car

Had me thinking that he's freaky, mad tekkerz with his star

Rock it, slop it then I squeeze it

No relations with the gang, you're getting eaten

Belly's still rumbling, my killys still scheming

Really caught them cases for stacks and drug dealings

Told mum "I can't die", it's mob ties that I'm bleeding

[Verse 2: KayMuni]

I guess I gotta smile cah my nigga F is free

How I'm meant to feel though? They gave Stigz seventeen

This the kinda shit you go through when you sign up for the streets

And man I risked it all for, we don't even speak

But that's the game though, my nigga S said the game's cold

Cah he got twenty years, five summers he ain't came home

We was in the jailhouse buying ten draws for eight-o

I stepped out the dirty gates straight into a Range bro

Gang was there, sis was there

Barbershop, ten minutes later man, the blick was there

Cah we can't slip out here

You didn't know niggas turn pack in these streets

Mandatory flick shank if I ain't packing the heat

Mummy said she don't ever want me back on the threes

Told my mummy that I promise I ain't planning to leave

Free my niggas dem, I swear I can't wait till they're free

And they just hit a little different cah it used to be me

[Verse 3: Farkz]

We used to jump on a train and just bully the trap

They talk smoke, they ain't ever spent no money on waps

And free bro, can't lie he had the runners on tap

That's two workers phones twerking, got 'em back to back

I shoulda got a nine-to-five but that's bigger than me

I hit the strip with TT yola and this PK B

And I ain't taking no cheque, you can't G-check me

I'm still screaming "Free my C's", that's till the whole set's free

Trap still jumping like LeBron James

Up and down the M-way, had some long days

Couple dons real and couple dons fake

Me, I'm trill to the end, I don't bend or fold

I keep it real with my niggas, I don't switch on my bros