Intro

INTRO

Catch me drinking 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 Im thinking bout the fallen every time I’m on the stage (ahh)

R.I.P Nip I’m forever blue

My girl thinks I’m playing out

if she ever knew

Had some foul ways now I’m a better dude

All the love she shown up till now it ain’t replaceable

All I knew was that Victoria line

Now we in the S four pipes from behind

Yardie shoob-een had the inf’ on the beam

2020 all about the syncs ands the streams

Row row row your boat 30 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 its blue Peter

See this purple label Ralph there ain’t no blue tags

Only real hitters in my camp

This the Gulag

Hanging pictures in my cell while my tune slaps

Had to use tooth paste I ain’t have no blue tac

Everybody lying on the radio

Where they do that?

Pack it in or sit it on your head

‘Cah the truths back

If I don’t see it in my view then its inferior

I need a new pit to lock the bulldogs and terriers

I was a pauper then a prince now I’m a emperor

Tell the Feds that I sip champagne regular

Im the esoteric nothing 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 id rather get stabbed in my face than in my back

Playing zombies chasing pagans through the flats

I just need some new shoe laces for the Mac

Parked up the Tesla

Sit on the charger

Tying up my locks

Long time I seen a barber

Long time you seen a martyr

Close range marrow in the sky this the Carter

(Breathe)

Before nike airs it was reeboks

Before ascots I had rollers (ughhh)

On the back blocks with the demons

When they masked up it aint ‘Rona

Before the Benz had a GTI

But before the golf had a 4 door

Out late tryna steam off cause the hellfire we all go

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

Knew that I was selling poison

but I ain’t really care cause I was poor tho

Jumped off the porch early cause them street lights were like porno

Jumped out in my J sevens since wine glass full off Bordeaux

I’m Conway ima con this ima con that I’m a crook yes (check)

Gordan Ramsey’s in kitchens my little ninjas doing jook-fest (Ching)

Came out in a Kangol tryna crock Suttin’ like Dundee

Cooked crack in a croc pot got a half-deuce in my undies (we get it)

This Call Of Duty if the times right and the price right

You can call me (hello)

Pop Suttin’ like a bottle cork

It was frying outside porkies

Stick Suttin’ with the pointy end like Ayra if you annoy me (now watchu say Youngs)

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