T.R.O.N

[Intro: 2Pac] We don't part The Red Sea but we walk through the hood without gettin', without gettin' shot, you know what I mean? We don't turn water to wine, but we turn motherfucking dope fiends & dope heads, into profitable citizens into society You know what I mean? We don't part the Walk through the hood without gettin', without gettin' shot, you know what I mean? We don't part The Red Sea, you know what I mean? You know what I mean? You, you know what I mean? Walk through the hood without gettin', without gettin' shot, you know what I mean? You know what I mean? [Verse 1: Cas] Yeah I'm still making them sales Tryna keep out of them cells Bare white dust on my scales Bare cling film on the shelves Told the Fed's they better free Dell Rhys, Joker aswell They locked the mandem in jail Bet they're proud of themselves I'm still raising hell Tryna make my pockets swell Cunts let me out on bail Even though I licked more shots at the Lane than Bale These ain't no tall tales Down to the last detail I pick it up at wholesale I lick it out at retail Never know I cook that crack so well Cook better than your girl Spent a ton on her nails I got about that under my nails You can tell it's peng by the way it smells Sweeter than caramel Chopping them down like a force nine gale Or like James DeGale Same colour as Cravendale Gets me that Wensleydale I move my money around I never let my bread go stale Straight to your door like Royal Mail Rain, sleet or hail Its nothing like you've heard or seen You know what I mean? [Spoken Interlude: Cas] Bloody hell it's been a while init? What's it like 5 years? I'm an old man now Nah I'm just gettin' started geez I'm back [Verse 2: Cas] I'm still making this dough I'm still making it snow I'm on the grind bare hard Forget taking it slow Get cake cause I'm great with this blow I reap more than I sow Man say life is a bitch Well I'm raping this ho I'm high cause I'm smoking this Dro No I ain't joking it's choke No see I got the potentest po Two sixty an O Wanna key? Link me come and let's go I serve it al fresco In that vacuum pack It look like a bag of Pesto Best know I get rid of bare Ye Fed's know but like what could they say Sell food 24 hours a day, like Tesco Gettin' it in from the get-go Tryna get it like Gordon Gekko That's why I get the money up front, like Edin Džeko I'm so-I'm so art deco' I'm that necro' negro Flow so cold when I let go, adagio or allegro Hear my life as an echo, over Grime and Electro It's nothing like you've heard or seen You know what I mean? [Outro: Cas] Oi Cy you're crazy for this one man Yo Big M's I see you mate, where's the album? Hey Mason what's the deal? What's going on?