[Verse]

Tell dem boy, "Leave the shooters alone"

It's either that or book a funeral home, yeah

Ever strap, I hit that till we go

You know we jump out and dump, no Insta post

Whole of your clique full of accident killer

How you compare them to actual hitters?

Why the fuck do ya?

Pepper from the pan turn man chop suya

Crocodile teeth chop through ya

Real badman nah war with tongue

From a young boy, I walk with gun

Hand tings and the tall up ones

You know the vibes, kill 'em all and done

Where dem deh? Kill 'em all at once

Yeah, no survivor, rеal rider

Where thе candles? Get the lighters

They can't swim but they turn divers

And I bet they gon' duck too

Tryna hide this ting, it stick out like a bucktooth

I do the ting then we cut loose, 1Boost

Pecknarm never done, I'm enough proof

And when them man turn bad, cuz, I'm confused?

You paid racks for a mash months back, it's still unused

They just model and pose

Pour a bottle out for the lost souls

One time for the guys that got life for one crime but never lost hope

Waiting on the board but it's a long road

And my heart like food that's been left on the side and it's gone cold

You know we pushing more blow than a blocked nose

I hope God blessing, bro, that's still stood by a hot stove

And when that reh-teh flare, it gon' fly through your hair like a hot comb

Couldn't pick between the hammers so we copped both

Two guns up till we fall down

Cali buds, hot grabba crush, bill a spliff, bun it all down

Rolling calf, you best stay inna your yard, don't walk out

Get the tape and the chalk out

Left your gyal inna my bed, all stretched and sprawled out

I done lived through the things that you ain't even thought 'bout

Money, power, respect, I don't talk clout

Red dot on their nose cah they're all clowns

Tell 'em kiss the ring of a don, I bet they all pout

Little cocksuckers, spread the word, it's the return of the top shottas

Ask the cops, they will tell you that we're not robbers

Straight gunman, only missed 'cause I used one hand

Used to clean the cell floor with a J cloth and dustpan

Yeah, you know we don't love man

Get the fuck from around me

All different kinda sweets like we took over Rowntree

Married to the streets, came with a dowry

Yeah, I gave my life to this ting

I can't believe I lost my guys to this ting

Outnumbered by the fake, what kinda times are we in?

Salute me with twenty-one shots

I use the pain from the homage that I feel I never got

They all got Glocks but they never let 'em off

You know the difference, I'm who they never was

Done what they never did, I went to war and never lost

Paid all my dues, I done covered many costs

Hard-bodied Boost, my life was never soft

They study how I'm cut but dem cyaan get the cloth

Last of a dying breed, I'm one of a kind

They want me dead, the streets want me alive

But I ain't ready yet, I can't make my bruddas pour the Henny yet

They gon' die before I go so I wipe down the pole with a serviette

Gotta let the work dry, you can't serve it wet

No lean, no powder, no Percocet

I'll be sober when I smoke ya, Peckham made soldier