[Part I: Produced by Magishan]
[Intro: Kenny Allstar]
What you saying C?
You set off your campaign strong yeah?
Alright, it's only right we give the people this then
Cause' it's been a minute since someone entered the game with that kind of impact
So it's only right we go in with that Mad About Bars
With one of Camden's finest
Chinx, One Side
[Verse]
Uh
Fresh out the slammer, eight for the hammer (I'm Back)
I just came from the wing doin' bang up
Double R roof came down it's a mazza
PR boots came out it's a mazza
Everyone talk 'bout swinging and chinging, But broski a serious splasher (Serious)
I was in prison just bagging and clinging, And setting it bait on camera (Wapper)
Free up my bro EWapper, came with the cleanest entrance
Turn off the lights, then set them alight
Get in the ride and rev up the engine
Don't ask questions, forgot to mention, that day done it with 45 pendant
Told bro I'mma eat this sentence and hit the street on vengeance
Silent drill, no talking, step with caution give no warning
Man get peeled get corn in portions, no there's no respawning
Broski chinged it, bored it, man just caught him, corned it
Know that the gang still scoring (GOAL)
Too many soldiers falling
GBG had a boy on BBC
Now the family's mourning (They're Stressing)
Stop all the talking, verbal abuse gets boring
You know that the cats still calling
Packs just came imported, ain't nuttin' else important
Paper pilings, still gotta escape from sirens, courtesy of bait-day violence
You ain't never had that live on license, I'm lyin', 'cah we're still getting watched by trident
My One Siders on sight it, do that drill and deny it (trap)
Still gotta deal and supply it, shit of course its real, I've been in the field its fryin'
Step with a sword, your man got bored
Broski put him on pause he was tired (pause)
Spot me a opp and shots got fired, driver screeching the tires
Never sprayed your machine 'round here, you're a liar you done that drill, got hired
Sixteen in the GPA in the nina, never left that mash with Keisha
You know it was Becky that held that beater
But she know that she can't be a keeper
Audi A1, roll with the sweeper, dirty broom that block got a clean up
Do it again that work got a wheel up
Won't say a word no gang or speaker
All of this rapping got niggas confused, doing this shit for the views
I do it for all of my nigga's that's stuck on the one's and the three's and the two's
[Part II: Produced by Nathaniel London]
[Intro]
Nathaniel London
Energy, innit?
[Verse]
Fill it and lit the estate
Drill it, we gotta get rid of the trace
Found out live couldn't beat my case, I took that charge and I held that eight
Had to do my time, had to bang up and wait
Numerous times man peppered the place
After that boy got hit in his face, had all of the neighbours ringing the Jakes
They don't like me I'm trouble (Facts)
Bro chinged it once, the point got doubled
Ripped his guts and pulled out a puddle
Jailhouse, bust man's head with a shovel
Stepped on free flow, who's on what? Make a yute get boxed
Lick man down with a tuna in sock, or ching that up
Had the pussio screamin' for govs I was eating 'em up
Got plenty of teeth for the dogs, 'cah we had about three in that truck
And AG dons try come here on insta live, but you know that beater got bust
And we ain't gonna say who did it we keep it hush
Clean wid a mop, whoosh
Left that estate in a rush, the police taping it up
That youte can go and say what you want
No we ain't gonna to say too much, just come through waving a wand
One *** *** got back by two of the dons, free EWap, free ***
My one siders still roll with guns, give us the drop and we're doing the job
Corn on the cob or stainless steel going to ruin his top
It's mad how I clapped it and sprayed his head, but man will still clap for the NHS
No mash, then I step with a blade instead, little bro wanna splash that bait in West (Man got Cheffed)
Why they take my friends, I hate these feds
I don't give a fuck about latest trends
Dingers and skengs, circle the ends and drill it on them
Got done up once, bro did him again
Done up his friend, done up his brother
Shout out Pepper, that's a real torso chopper
I'm a real pistol popper
Man beat corn let it burn like Usher, do man proper (Do Him)
Still take risks and prosper, shout out L2 and Gutta (Gang, Gang)
You know R1 my brudda, brodie aimed for his face and buss' it
I was locked down on the wing, four summers
Know them blue phones can't be trusted
Mind how you speak, gotta change that subject
Mind how you step, gotta change them plates
Can't leave no trace, drive or drill it and pick up the case
If it gets on top I'm taking the chase
