[Verse]

I can sell bricks, I don't need to rap

Buj so peng it makes the fiends collapse

Cook that coca into crack

I was selling Z's while you was in your bed

They don't want beef, they call the feds instead

City of God, I'm like Knockout Ned

Me and my brother Cas and my brother Fem

C-Class, E-Class, rolling through the fucking ends

Disrespect Tem, let the beef commence

Possession with intent, body found in Kent

You don't put in work, why you lying for?

You've never sold work, why you lying for?

I'm strapped with an iron, I ain't lying darg

These niggas only rappers, they're just rapping darg

Diss my set, you gon' bleed to death

Just spoke to Tiny Boost, real nigga riding ten

Nigga live and learn, live with no regrets

One thousand grams, yeah this shit's correct

Blackz tell me akh, fuck this beef shit

We gon' get this money and then squeeze clips

Catch my team shopping up in Region

Or Kings Road, Sloane Square

Broke ass niggas, broke the whole year

If that strip popping I'ma go there

Gotta get this money for my daughter and my old dear

Fuck these fuck niggas, nigga fuck niggas

When I was up in Belmarsh looking life

I was on my knees akhi, day and night

I'll bust a murder charge nigga, no sweat

Gangster squad, feds on my whole set

They know I shot (shh) five times

Can't prove it though, it's only music though

Real killer business, only real niggas need to know

If this spinner blows, hit his dome, he'll be critical

In negotiation with my allies

Only talking spinach nigga, Popeye

Catch that nigga slipping, nigga bye-bye

Shooting with the longest gun, taller than a high-rise

In the barbershop talking drug deals

Or stick-ups, find out where he picks up

We know where he lives cause my nigga fucks his sister

The shooter's getting wrapped, zoot in a Rizla

Loops in a ringer, 9mm and spinner

They got hold of Snap, he'll be home right after winter

AG jeans and my MA tee

Money motivated nigga, live your dreams

Jezzy tryna tell me she's in love with me

Puma suede kicks when I'm up in the streets

I love my nigga Post, free my niggas akh

Cutting through Tooting with a different yat

Shoes Kurt Geiger looking sick and that

These niggas say they're trappers, where's your bricks and that?

Niggas talking shit and I'm sick of that

I'ma kill that nigga, put a Jim on that