[Intro: Teeway]

(Is that you Essay?)

5th

(Damn, Noel, you made this?)

Free the fucking guys, man, free the killers

LPW, APTG

M10, Mulli, Juvie, Jojo, DB, Stretch, Tapedat, Weebay

Free the fucking guys, man

Listen

[Verse]

Flashbacks up in that tizzy whippin' loads of 'caine

Put her on that V5 cah the undercovers know my name

In '018 he died on me, I really showed the pain

Slapped hella dotties and we ain't cryin' 'bout no shoulder pain

Catch 22 I'm pushin' P that's when I press the T

Bujj up in a nutribullet, pan showed me the recipe

Adressin' me with any little vim, give you a blessing G

The drug unit done me, that had my mummy thinkin' less of me

I grew up in it, junkhouse livin', kitties beggin' bits

B&Q pattern, we build houses or we sellin' bricks

120 flips until my mummy's hella rich

And that G-Code embedded in me, I could never snitch

I left her hella quick, you're changin' like the weather, bitch

Extendo and that leather switch and I ain't talkin' sheep skin

Little pussy, never been invovled, they wanna creep in

Real SE25, left the other side leakin'

Cheff a brick with this wetter then I get it crackin'

Now the whole room stink of petty like I done a slappin'

Likkle T, on the other side he left a nigga packin'

All that gun talk, your favourite rapper never done a slappin'

Stuntin' in your bros jewels, we turnt you to a belly

Trapper of the borough, my nigga Hefe whippin' in the skelly

Slapper of the borough, my nigga 20 hit him in his belly

Winning side, you know just under twenty sittin' in the semi

Sittin' in the cemetery, missin' what I lost

I never hid when that beef was on, it turnt me to a boss

I'm conversatin', me and Ross, I'm talkin' properties and dosh

In that court fightin' hella years and my nigga took the loss

Not a bag, fuck a dad, I made it happen on my own

My nigga S gave me the sofa bed when I never had a home

B Lo gave me the sofa bed when I never had a home

You can't talk about no obbo if you ain't never sold the phone

Listen, and we had mountains of crack

How you bruck, sellin' brizzy's, we're never shoutin' for that

Thirty rounds in this Mac and my youngin scoutin' a pack

That .9 corn hit his belly, it's comin' out of his back

Sorry, mummy, I fucked up and I wasn't leavin' the T

A bagga bag boy dutty, it's killin' fiends in the B

A hundred G's for the Re and it's seven G's for the G

I spent a house up in Hatton, I used to dream to be me

And you can't tell me I'm silly, I grew up harder than them

I keep a darg full of men cah I really clarted my skeng

Me and S gold status, we never charted, my friend

Came home, hugged nanny and just departed again

Caught him lackin', no Diddy but we just slammed on the guy

Armed jakes screamin' at me to keep my hands in the sky

Now I'm in The Palm splashin' and pushin' Lambs in Dubai

Thousand crack rocks cookin', wasn't my plan to be fly

Lug dropped them birds on me, I never pleaded the price

Hundred G's in device and I made it freeze with the ice

But free my jailhouse niggas, I'm sendin P's or the rice

Call me LPW, that's my legion for life, 5th