Nobody move it's a stick up

I'm hungry and right now you're looking like dinner

I was on that broke shit but then I fixed up

A couple friends tried to snake

So they got cut then cropped out the picture

Fuck a postcode war I don't beef over nonsense

But put one hand on my p's I will leave you unconscious

I'm in the weed house, weed and my trees going bonkers

But i'm still the one squeezing this shotgun

My opps can tell you this geezer's a problem

I got problems, but money and girls ain't one of them

I ran through a million pound and I never give a girl one of them

I don't get paid off of music, M I get paid in the streets

My skin's covered in war wounds

But I still look good when I take off my T

Man load guns and they aim them at me

They're tryna put my face on a T

I grew up with nothing like you

So tell me why you're hating on me

I went OT and I stayed there for weeks

I slept in my car in my trainers and jeans

I come up from nothing, you stayed on nothing

And you act like you blame that on me

I got so many pagans

So many enemies

So many haters

So many traitors

So many frenemies

And them men wish death on me

Got me feeling like 50

I'm loyal to the man that are next to me

My loyalty'll probably be the death of me

Cause this geezer's a problem

This geezer's a problem

This geezer's a problem

This geezer's a problem

This geezer's a problem

This geezer's a problem

This geezer's a problem

This geezer's a problem

I push whip after whip

Push brick after brick

Had war after war

Emptied that clip after clip

I done lonely nights in that jailhouse

I done lonely nights in that trap

When we're posted up in that club

We're the only white man with straps

When it's pick on the white boy season

We were them white boys that didn't have it

I'm the realest white boy in this rap shit

I'll give my life for my fam

I rep east of the city where the killers be

Where young black boys go on killing sprees

And even white boys hold up big machines

And go on shootouts in their skinny jeans

RMT, I rep the realest team

I pack a Glock cause i'm still in beef

I would've killed you then i'll still kill you now

That killing shit is still in me

I cut down 150 trees

Then I stunk out 150 streets

I went OT for like 3 days

Then game back with like 50 G's

And we take care of our little G's

And we're big deals, Mizzy B

It's loyalty before royalty

That's why Joe and Luke are still with the team

Yo Abdi, grab the scissors G

Cause we're about to cut down a mantis

Fuck Cali pots we got British pot

Grown in some council houses

I got so many pagans

So many enemies

So many haters

So many traitors

So many frenemies

And them men wish death on me

Got me feeling like 50

I'm loyal to the man that are next to me

My loyalty'll probably be the death of me

Cause this geezer's a problem

This geezer's a problem

This geezer's a problem

This geezer's a problem

This geezer's a problem

This geezer's a problem

This geezer's a problem

This geezer's a problem

We were just tryna do us

Then man try call out my team

So I ain't been tryna get money

I been tryna sort out this beef

Cause these pagans have got me on a cruddy one

Me and big deals roll around with a couple guns

We caught a pagan then we touched him

Then the next day we went and caught another one

I got another new chick with another yard

That's another new crop for another plant

That's another 100 trees, shakin' legs

In the bedroom doing the money dance

I put a whole lot of stress on my mother's arse

I put a whole lot of stress on my own one

See that 100 grand Range that you're renting

It drives good and I know cause I own one

Bruv I didn't have P's so I stole some

I couldn't get weed till I learnt how to grow some

The light M changed for the money

[?] for the money I just grown up

When it's time to put in work bruv I stay calm

When that beef kicks off bruv I go nuts

That's when the Shoguns come out

The burners get dug up

And old friends get left all soaked up

Cause i'm in late and i'm out early

Fuck love I need Pound Sterling

Steve's got his bricks only 3 for sale

That's the other 5 bricks in the Van Persie

Cousin Max keeps a chopper on him

He's a schizophrenic so don't be boggin' at him

He's always starting beef he's always in the wrong

That's my little cousin so I gotta back him