#1TAKE (P110) - Intellectual

[Intro]

Mist, P110, 1 take

Hold tight all my fucking dargs, my apnas & my fucking karlas

Shadow on the beat

Let's fucking get them, yo

[Verse 1]

Yeah, I said the roads them are slippy and yeah I slipped up

Had me sitting in a cell bruv with no big buds

I was blazing on mamba and yeah it's different

A crackhead tried throw a punch and got licked up

I'm banged up for Christmas

Film for 9 o'clock, movie is consistent

When I touch road, big mission

Touch Bull Ring splash Sixth, I'm official

I could've got locked, for the stickle

Driving got me sitting on my arse for a little

Late night mooching got myself in a pickle

I was stressed out then, more stressed out a little

Life's on a pause, that's the issue

But I'm like stone, no tears, no tissue

Opposite sex on my mind, it's a mythful, jail life shitful

Living life like I'm broke, yeah I'm in a shithole

Yeah, it's pure pain on the riddim

I'm banged up but it still rains when I'm in here

Pissed off but it won't change when I'm in here

Got me sipping on hooch, got me waved when I'm in here like

Yeah, pure pain on the riddim

Banged up but it still rains when I'm in here

Pissed off but it won't change when I'm in here

Got me sipping on hooch, got me waved when I'm in here like

Try violate, push your wig back

I caught a little charge, I rid that

My three dargs roll on lions, no ridge-back

I was in the pen with the riff-raffs

Flying down the M6, doing bare zigzags

Helicopter caught me in the garden, I was pissed fam

A few months without my baby girl, yeah it hit man

Can't make up for the time that I missed man

Speaking to my daughter on the phone, yeah I miss that

Shit really hit the fucking fan, it's a mishap

Moving in the fast lane, feds made me sit back

Had to value shit, I never valued real shit fam

Carbs and protein, beans out the tin can

HMP Winson Green where I been at

Ain't smoked dank in a minute, where the trees at?

Squeeze on a pagan, aim higher than his knee caps

So much drama in my life, had to recap

B-mum stressing on my line about P's fam

Robbing and thieving, fucking with my feelings

Heard he's got dirty cash yeah, so we cleaned him

Just copped a Q of Haze and Goose for the evening

Phoned up Shadow, get the mic, when we meeting?

Soon touch Nige, get live on the weekend

The money don't come easy, it's nothing like the lottery

I trap hard fam, I gotta do it properly

I'm getting grown now, have to own a property

Feds have me moving stressed out, try locking me

And everywhere I go, haters keep watching me

Copped two trackies, five bills casually

New whip soon, move smooth, fly Manny g

Talking 'bout the real life I'm talking 'bout the [?]

Them crops rude boy and the [?]

Talkin' 'bout screech off in the whip with a bag of P's

I bang heat rude boy, catch casualties

Everyday niggas gettin' locked to change their salary

Mandem are close, close like family

Hard times had me stressed out, probably damaged me

Made me to the G, rude boy and the man in me

The tray eight will lick down your squad

The party's turned over, far from tun' up

Keep calm in a fight, rude boy fuck a run up

You're fucking with fire fam, niggas get bun up

See people that I robbed rude boy and stick my thumb up

Niggas call me Stone Cold, girls call me Stunner

Support Man U, but you know I'm a Gunner

Had many whips, but I walked for the summer

[Verse 2]

'Cause you ain't seen me since Swagga Cam

I've been in the trap getting money fam

Slipped up, went pen but it's nothin' fam

But on the other hand still creeping with the Apna's at night

With the botty, make the suttin' bang

Shut down raves with a couple man

The sticks too big for the pouch, bring the duffel bag

I said the sticks too big for the pouch, bring the duffel bag