[Verse 1: Youngs Teflon]

Fighter jet, LV shades, I don't work in aviation

My ninja handle all the radiation

Done my first tour

I never knew that I had fans across the nation

I grew up with the apes and started bathing

I used to tag up in my brothers hostels

Old sticks looking like fossils

Had a tug of war without the tussle

"Are you not entertained?" I felt like Russel

If you're carrying that hammer just for fashion they gon' buss you

This ain't SPAC Nation, but I know some yutes bally'd up

I'm Pastor Toby if I tell 'em bring a offering they gon' touch you

This ain't '99, we ain't gon' rush you

Long kiss goodnight when we hush you

.44 maggy, shit was older than my granny

Selling fish scale, yamming bami

Brudda where's my money? Call me Lanny

I read the book of Abraham and kicked ball like Tammy

My office was the alley

I came up the era after AV

I'm telling you the truth, they're telling 'gazi's

Mummy in the church tryna save me

But I was tryna save her, selling all them pebbles on the pavey

My life's like a book, you couldn't page me

The price of my bricks just went up

These man are Stringer Bell though

I got up out the hellhole

I sold it in my shelltoes

Mel didn't make me do it, but I done it, even Mel knows

I'm from a dark place, it ain't Melrose

[Interlude: Youngs Teflon]

They always trying to make the situation better than it is

Whatever you've done and who you was is always gonna follow you

And you can change, but you can't change the streets

[Verse 2: Potter Payper]

I'd be rich if you ever paid a penny for my thoughts

Suttin' saying this is it and I'm on the right course

My depression and progression steady stuck on a cycle

Blowing smoke in a Porsche Jeep I stay on my high horse

I cry with my pen and I bleed with my eyes

Frankie Four Eyes they know I been legally blind

Who's got the keys to the dinger, I mean keys to the ride

And make sure you step right, feds'll freeze you in time

Trust me you ain't got rights, once they read you your rights

I'm showing you, I know the last thing you need is advice

But foot down this is East, you can't stop at the lights

I seen some wake up calls, I seen a lot of goodnights

And I know 3 years ago I probably wasn't her type

Up and down for that little old profit of mine

In my jail cell for years just watching 'em fly

Every dream like a flower, I'm just watching 'em die

That was, tuna in my noodles with the sweetcorn

Best to ever do it off a street corner

Still screaming "Fuck prison reform."

They leave you deformed

I'm fighting for my life like a street brawler

Two socks at night keep my feet warm

Two Glocks parked off I make the streets warmer

If I rise 'em up I'mma need a week sauna

Course I'm tapped, I know extreme trauma

[Interlude: Potter Payper]

I'm just saying the music is one side of it, innit, do you know what I'm saying?

At the same time my 10 toes have touched places that other peoples haven't

So my voice can say things that other peoples can't

[Verse 3: Tiny Boost]

Uh, barely in my teens when I jumped off that porch

Never liked sports but I been running with the torch

Uh, I can't have mummy hugging on no corpse

So I'll stand over man with no remorse

Get drawn out, empty it all out

Greaze believe I lost my V in a whore house

Just to get a pair of kicks I kicked doors down

'Member when the barrels came bored out

And the shotty nose came sawn down

I've seen crack have a cat bite her jaw down

Traces of the trap, I still gotta wipe my paws out

In me not on me, stripes like Tony the Tiger

So I sell this flake like it's Frosties

Mask on like somebody stop me, I ain't rocky, uh

But I'm flying up them steps

Aim for their head and leave them dying in their vest

Holding back so much pain I might start cryin' in a sec

I don't care about no fame, I'm just slicing up this bread

I'll, grab a 10 bro go tie that niggas legs, uh

Your dream girl spent the night all in my bed

Speaking to my lifers on the tech

Yet they stabbed bro in his heart I felt that knife all in my chest

Gotta pick a side, I'll end up dying on the fence

He was with the prosecution, I was siding with defence

All this sin, gotta pray a quick 5 then repent, uh

You know I slanged a lot of iron for my friends

Hopped in the fire when it was frying in the ends

I don't follow any fashion or any kind of trend

No regrets gang I'll live the street life all again, it's all real

[Outro: Tiny Boost]

You could defy what they say you're meant to be bro

They want me to sit in jail thinking "Ah, this is where I'm meant to be."

No, not meant to be there bro, I'll be wherever I wanna be