[Verse 1]

Catch me drinkin' straight rum by the grave

'Cause I done lost more friends than you made

Went funerals with a .40 and a spade

That's why I'm thinking bout the fallen every time I'm on the stage, uh

R.I.P Nip, I'm forever blue

My girl thinks I'm playin' out, if she ever knew

Had some foul ways, now I'm a better dude

All the love she shown me up 'til now ain't replaceable

All I knew was that Victoria line

Now we in the S, four pipes from behind

Yardiе shoob-een had the inf' on the beam

2020 all about thе syncs and the streams

Row, row, row your boat, thirty was the quote

Send a bird in a rubber duck, you know its gonna float

Hi-Top, OG's, yeah, the beef and broccoli

We went to war on a Sunday, that's beef in Brockley

Took a walk to Brockwell Park, we had to test the bruckies

I share my last pound with Luger, give my best for Mucky

Kept that little .22 in a Nike sock

Play COD but we have black brown and white opps

Sat with the wise man, he gave me true teachings

Been there and done it, got the badge like it's blue Peter

See this purple label Ralph, there ain't no blue tags

Only real hitters in my camp, this the Gulag

Hangin' pictures in my cell while my tune slaps

Had to use toothpaste, I ain't have no Blu Tack

Everybody lyin' on the radio, where they do that?

Pack it in or sit it on your head 'cah the truth's back

If I don't see it in my view, then it's inferior

I need a new pit to lock the bulldogs and terriers

I was a pauper then a prince, now I'm a emperor

And tell the feds that I sip champagne regular

I'm the esoteric, nothin' heavier

The sell trill old school just like the Ferrier

And we don't even celebrate that shit

But we had two Tecs 'round December, more the merrier

Tell the truth, niggas got me when I lacked

But I'd rather get stabbed in my face than in my back

Playin' zombies, chasin' pagans through the flats

I just need some new shoelaces for the Mac

Parked up the Tesla, sit it on the charger

Tyin' up my locks, long time I seen a barber

Long time you seen a martyr

Close range marrow in the sky, this the Carter

[Verse 2]

(Breathe)

Before Nike Airs, it was Reeboks

Before Ascots, I had rollers (Uh)

On the back blocks with the demons

When they masked up, it ain't 'Rona

Before the Benz, had a GTI

But before the Golf, had a four-door (Vroom)

Out late tryna steam off 'cause the hellfire we all go

Had 25's in 22's and three 2's in that wardrobe

Knew that I was sellin' poison but I ain't really care 'cause I was poor though (Uh, uh)

Jumped off the porch early 'cause them street lights were like porno (Yeah)

Jumped out in my J 7's, this wine glass full off Bordeaux

I'm Conway, I'ma con this, I'ma con that, I'm a crook, yes (Check)

Gordan Ramsey's in kitchens, my little ninjas doin' jook-fest (Ching)

Came out in a Kangol tryna crock suttin' like Dundee

Cooked crack in a crock pot, got a half-deuce in my undies (We get it)

This Call Of Duty, if the time's right and the price right, you can call me (Hello?)

Pop suttin' like a bottle cork, it was fryin' outside porkies

Stick suttin' with the pointy end like Ayra if you annoy me (Now what you say, Youngs?)

Said stick suttin' with the pointy end like Ayra if you annoy me (Chu)