[Verse 1: Mover]

I remember ‘011 on the curb hungrier than ever

‘012 now we spending monkeys on the sweater

Word has it is that they got money on my head

Fuck him, fuck them, fuck any other bredda

See I’m wicked when I flick it, stick him when I grip it

I ain’t tryna miss him, man ill fill him when I hit him

Gonna pitch him when I pitch him

Hit him when I hit him, Hood 16

We don’t only ride on the riddims

See me riding a Nissan, 5 other villains

Big ting could land man a 5 ina prison

But everything calm, everything easy

Ends full of guns, every nig squeezy

I ain’t on a fist fight, donny look big

Return with the mac like Morrison did

I can promise man this: if it didn’t jam that day

Therе woulda been another body in bits

Don’t bother man with all of your chit chat

List facts, couple AMs man I did that

Been bad, thеm niggas turn badman recent

Young gunner Jimmy and his gun game decent

Lungs stay cheesing, pumps stay beating

We really letting off they just [?] ain’t squeezing

Crime Hood: full of them tugs and demons, we buss that heat then

Dance to the weekend

I’m like Bang bang, wig him

Tryna catch a body while the cab man chilling

I ain’t got time for a photo, c’mon

Real nigga rides take less than a minute

Put his chest where his chin is, head where his heel is

Skinny, I ain’t getting hench off of gymming

Hence why I’m gripping, spesh tryna rip him

Twist him, turn him to a veg was the mission

He ain’t pissing, peak I ain’t sorry though

Kicked to a hood where they speak like Hollyoaks

Just for a minute, calm down brother

Ends fucking hot, feds armed now brother

But my threats are never half empty

5 bill shotty, that’s a arm length, G

Suttins gonna drop if I say that it will

Straight clap clap clap and I spray that at Will

[Verse 2: Big S]

Beyond them grey clouds lays the sun

CT rained upon the minds of the young, we were

Living our lives with no P, so

Robberies became the better me, and the

Poverty took over my means, and the

Dark clouds punctured dark dreams

Inherited beef on the street

Now these young gunners flagging 16

16, trapping in OT, no [?]

Had me feeling like Bambi, we never had a plan B

[?]

The hood rate me

CT kicked our brain cells in gear

Made us smell fear

Grey and black garms we wear

Smith & Wesson in the air, riding with the reh the bleh

CT made us see Ps, now it’s an addiction

And fuck rehab, luck we never had

Put hard food on the stoves and bicarbs in the sieve

Bubbling away, I know it’s sad to say

That dreams will come true fucking with Class A

Bobbys, [?], Dubs, Yay

[?]

CT manor, we’re outchea everyday

With big machines and ammunition that lasts for days

The last man we banged man even took his shades

It’s just the game we play

Funny how the tables turned now, we’re leading the way

We stay strong even on the worst of our days

Break laws cos our crimes always pays

We’ve handled bare machines from .25s to 9s

Try one with team, get one in your spleen

One in your dome, get sent to a dream, blood in your jeans

Brains all over the gritty scene