My own enemy is myself

Everything i touch crumbles

And this touch crumble

It ain't doing no good for my health

I can't talk about wealth ca

Came up off a rusty spoon

Silver 1s were handed out to everybody else

See this is different what i felt

Whats good?

Found yourself in the wrong neck of the woods

Like really, wanna risk your neck?

Stepping on these woods

Or end up like my man

Everytime he steps one foot in those boogz

He remembers

Don't look, dont look

I got more than one foot in this

I might do it like ...

And go aim it at a witness

Like keep your nose out

This ain't none of your business

Its more than real rap, we all live this

Its mad ca its Newham Borough living

Capital of murders and drillings

No stress we just serve em n bill it

No vest on curbs with this thingy

No sweat i got my early 1's with me

Moving like West ham away days

Unruly anywhere we go

At this rate you won't see me doing shows

But its nothing got it pumping from your cars

These hats ain't for sale they're ours

North side of Newham no stress

I said it with my chest ca i meant it

He said sorry, never meant it

Now they tryna move like some avengers

Skreets know, we know, shout out the woke

I'm not your average folk

My village don't banter or joke

Music needs me ca them boy meedy

In this shit i'm talking knee-deep

And them trees ive seen em head height

And i ain't even drawn no zoot

But i'm walking out that gaff with redeye

Still kick it with Jedi

CG crash gang all of that stuff

Still say it cos it means a little more to me bruv

And when i mean more

Fuck this tit-for-tat whore

These are brothers i adore

Dont ask why i carry on for

You ain't stood on these floors

You ain't seen what i saw

I ain't even been bored but im scarred

Touch wood that dont me no harm

And i ain't everybodys friend

Splinters in your ass from sitting on that fence

Couple funny man around me

But i keep em arms length

You know it all makes sense

Gotta keep in the loop cos

You dont if he's gonna shoot or

He showed him where you reload that food

I done thing's no man should do

This the city of sins

Black bags full of bodies not bins

This the city of sins

Black bags full of bodies not bins