[Intro]

Sebz Beats, baby

Old school fifth like Fila

My come up was real and see through

Me in the jailhouse pissed

But bro still cracked man's shell like seafood

[Verse 1]

Damn, I was just bando basin', watchin' the TT change him

Never had no food line given

I found them kittens, I kept engagin'

Free D cah I love my brother

When man took cover, the sky weren't rainin'

I put fifty five on these J's

I ain't in the rain cah the J's all sueded

Situation, Freddy and Jason

S done a madness tryna go do him

Already gave him ying like Asian

Olympic racin', we ain't into it

I was in school just paper tracin'

I trace this paper, this shit feels great now

I really done Don King that evenin'

The neighbours sleepin', they all awake now

Seventeen, eighteen in breakdowns

Mum said 'you need a lucky break'

The X5 had me hid for hours

Like one big coward with no escape

I'm in the bando livin' off takeout

12:01 when they shut them shutters

I put spots on my ting like breakout

Them niggas ain't for it, they showin' their colours

The little opp boys know my brothers

For bando figures and soakin' cutters

Two hotlines and a pole this summers

I hate when the junks are broke, on mothers

You know the wap look dark in raps

But it's white inside like Uncle Ruckus

Free up the strip

Bare bang-bang on the strip and faith in a rusty wap

Lil bro P was loose with the cannon

Them man just rappin', he had it on tap

Up the country, travellin' map

I was fillin' up junks and travellin' back

I swear I can't wait 'til they release D

We was in the deep end just paddlin' crack

She really done four on the mots' for me

But I don't even want that Manny ting back

Duckin' a van with wraps in my hand

The junkies all tapped, they capture the gang

Half a pole just slapped at a man

We take the pole back like Capture the Flag

Lil bro taps two clamps on a van

I told my big cuz 'put tax on a van'

Really told Rich we need to get rich

He said we got stick to camp and attack

[Chorus]

The boydem stuck on my skin like lupus

And we can't afford this pull

DB need cruise control for the cruisin'

Two hundred miles up North

And we're gonna come right back down with a new ting

I never ate, I'm hungry

I swing that tickle or I swing that new ting

I weren't home for the Easter

Mum said, "Son, you're a dealer"

I’m fly off the pan like Peter

Punk out in a junk house, it's fryin'

They're lyin' for social media

Try and the mandem's eager

Big two pipe and a smoke, no shisha

He needed savin', Private Ryan

[Verse 2]

Bando livin', I'm shattered

I'm wakin' up to the junkies shaggin'

Man do Olympic relay run over there, never need no baton

M put weight on a two ton shiny metal, it ain't from Hatton

And I don't know nuttin' 'bout retail workin'

Burstin', I made it happen

Doin' up bando cotches

Tell bae, don't fear for my life

I don't leave out without bae on my boxers

Grown men runnin' in pubs

Fuck, they ain't run in for Fosters

S Trap in the pass' with gas

I hit the floor mat cah the Astra blocked us

Put dutty shells in the whopper

Rise up, put rise on your roster

MZ told me this spin must wheel up

Old school fifth like Fila

My come up was real and see through

Me in the jailhouse pissed

But bro still cracked man's shell like seafood

He was leakin' Vimto

Hit him so he don't rap 'bout what he been through

Told cuzzy respec' his health

Bro-bro doin' up five-a-day

S got aim but he lost his nut when buss that

Bro, he's a mile away

Soft like bae in the kitchen pot

Destruct a pack, no China plate

Two-two puff on a two-two servin'

Junk heads ringin' me down like bae

[Chorus]

The boydem stuck on my skin like lupus

And we can't afford this pull

DB need cruise control for the cruisin'

Two hundred miles up North

And we're gonna come right back down with a new ting

I never ate, I'm hungry

I swing that tickle or I swing that new ting

I weren't home for the Easter

Mum said, "Son, you're a dealer"

I’m fly off the pan like Peter

Punk out in a junk house, it's fryin'

They're lyin' for social media

Try and the mandem's eager

Big two pipe and a smoke, no shisha

He needed savin', Private Ryan

[Outro]

MZ told me this spin must wheel up

Old school fifth like Fila

My come up was real and see through

Me in the jailhouse pissed

But bro still cracked man's shell like seafood