[Intro]

I went low, I got tax in

Told Kovo we Anglo-

(I done up a mile, sha-)

I done up a mile, [?]

I keep it near me like an infant child

Bitch, yeah she like my style

Shit, and she ain't got an ounce of doubt

Way back when we did prowl

Genshin, vengeance, it ain't for no clout

They said they're gonna make it foul

Shit, you better go and make a foul

I went low, I got tax in

Told Kovo we Anglo-Saxon

I got rubbed the wrong way by my man

But he don't want that traction

My lil' bro P did run up the whole High Street

He was a fucking captain

I know it's an act, they're acting

So I'm OT with the fiends relapsing

MZ said he ain't there for the talking

Come, we go there and see him

Zee should've received plaque on the wall

For the pack on the market fleein'

They was on school trips, skiing

When my 10-10 was in human beings

Left him pissed like he's peeing

A bando day, so I keep it re'ing

Gave tough talk and discourage

Cah the streets know that them boy there damned

(Please, free my bro TScam

Left his gush in his chest and back)

You was with the hoes, you tramp

I was on the m-way tryna saw this pack

I know they wouldn't tek this risk

Cah it's so sickening when you don't come back

'014 it was kosher

Me, MZ with a matching shank

Up in a band' with smokers

Go clean up and remove them odours

Free bro 5th, we had toasters

Live in the flesh, could've turned them posters

And if we got the whip from Jova's

Me, JaySqueeze, would've done come over

Always look over my shoulder

Testing my luck, no four-leaf clover

One slip on the strip, it's over

Now doctors in the search of donor

FY soak him up, vulture

Fuck, why you think we sold that motor?

I was live in the mot's with Homer

M sipped Maggy, we trade like poker

Big bro told us 'relax

Or it's garn' creep back, all them stupid choices'

This 10-10, it's got voices

All of the cats throwing out, rejoicing

Them niggas ain't talk, just noises

Cah they ain't on piss like toilets

I was 15, probably exploiting

Wrapping my Jane for the [?] of poison

So I ain't gonna hear their shit

When they ain't even near a brick

Bitch, I better clear it quick

Put 5-0-4 on the fearsome strip

They don't wanna hear this drip

That's corn on me like I cleared the fridge

Load whole ones in a 1.6

Now we all gonna feed and give

Hand on my bro get smoked, bro

How we gonna make exceptions?

Cats suffering depression

Tek two puff and injection

And my whole side in correction

Cah we run in the right direction

That 15 was protection

Bro got splashed but it weren't intentions

I swear I weren't meant to

Lat night roll with a bruck-back tender

You talk waps, you pretender

This real life, where the ting on venture

And who stepped there with a soa'?

Why you think they ran off and claimed surrender?

I just hope they remember

How much wrap, put a tax on Spencer

I went low, I got tax in

Told Kovo we Anglo-Saxon

I got rubbed the wrong way by my man

But he don't want that traction

My lil' broski did run up the whole High Street

He was a fucking captain

I know it's an act, they're acting

So I'm OT with the fiends relapsing

Read the game, they're stupid

Lost phone too, I was fucking fuming

Done D, now they accusing

Release me 'til my guilty's proven

Big bro told me 'no bootings

Go kick back with the cats, abusing'

But they're gonna talk on TF'O

Man fill up the tank, get cruising