[Verse]

I'm still alive when they said they're gonna dead man

My body moves when I fire from my left hand

I held it down ever since I was a Westman

Got coke but I ain't talking Def Jam

I'm always stomping, you can ask my ex fam

Times changed, anybody can get X'd man

Bruddas think they're large cah they're shotting off some ten bags

Try and lick a raise, get an earner of ten grand

I'll take your links out, no wristwatch

Got the shotty that'll even scare the pigs off

Heavy metal in my jeans, no Slipknot

From the ends where if it's beef we don't ring cops

We ring the fellas and we link up

Move bigger weight than the sted head in the gym does

Fellas wanna see me on a mad ting, pissed off

They don't know I've been lost

What the fuck? You think I give a fuck if beef kicks off?

Come and try me, I'll show you what my fist does

Show you what the ting does

Show you bout beef who, anyone I ring up

Motherfucker link up when you're in the hospital bed

Like this guy's a pussy cause he's been fucked

Then you go and snitch like a bitch does

Rather get locked for the big stuff

Move a couple keys, get my whips up

Tryna make money when I could've got my dick sucked

Fuck a bitch cuz, I be on my own hype

Running with the same three bruddas from '09

Jed, Vik and K got my back like my own spine

I ride or die, been doing it my whole life

Money's to be made, fuck a long night

Fuck a one-on-one fam, it's on sight, we bun guys

And I've seen the pain through Smug's eyes

Anybody wants it then mum's life you will see the guns fly

You want war then you see me on the front line

If you've got the balls, cuzzy come try

I see these youngers on dumb hypes

Man are getting nicked for the gun crime

How you getting caught like a dumb guy?

For the cuzzy bros, watch how the money blows

Hold tight my one-six ballers from Dudley Road

Give a man a bloody nose, thinking that he's funny though

Can't come and fuck with my hooligan Brummie blokes

No funny joke, hot Paki lyricist

Call it a curry flow, came out the sunny roads

Had a bit of beef, went straight into gully mode

Heaters, we bury those

Money made my Tommy grow

Repping for the west, '08 I was levelling the best

'09, I just took a little breath

'010, I went everywhere with Jed

'011, I was getting in the cheques

'012, it was nothing but stress

This year I'm just picking up the mess

Throw down, couldn't get it in my head

Now I'm back like I've risen from the dead

If you step up to the plate you get fed

Every week I was bunning on the Chex

This is how far I let it get

They were saying I'm depressed

But the way I came back was like I never ever left

Firing shots just to get it off my chest

Being broke had me ready for my death

Now I'm still up on these cold streets

Stay strapped when I'm out the hood cause of old beef

Say salaam, I don't speak

Yeah you all know the old me

Now I'm on the roads on my own feet

Asking if I did love her, I'm like "Oh please"

And tell your man don't watch or I'll be punching out his gold teeth

Acting like he don't bleed, may we both grieve

We're in a run down city where your enemy's the police

Everybody smokes weed

And even geeks from school think they're roadies

Gangsters and coke fiends

Raised up in Brum and if you don't you better hold heat

See me with my own team, showed up in Turkey

Ramped for a whole week, my family and co-D's

All my real O.G.'s, bitches bring stress that I don't need

So I roll with my bruddas, fuck a bitch

I just kick back with Wray and my whole team