Karma

[Intro] (PacmanTV) [Verse] I used to wear wallabies I never wanted these wallabies Every nigga wants to be a gangster Every nigga wants to hold a strap And every nigga thinks a shank is banter Until you're looking at your nigga Breathing through a tube, like hes struggling to breath and he can't even speak or move And now, you're thinking, what the fuck did I sign up for 'Cause now, you gotta ride on guys who tried to nank him up, so The roads will get a boy changed like pampers 'Cause the handtings had the ends intense like campers Forensics intense, like intent to supply If I ever link Sergai it's intent to supply We had the ends on our line Had demand for the product we attempt to supply But I never had time for the shots Inside it, like nine on the dot Tryna revise for my mock Then the P's started to rise Bought a nine for the docks, paid nine on the dot All the times that I grind, I didn't shine on my mock I ain't never been a fool, bro said, stay in school If you ace your exams then you'll get paid in full I ain't never loved beef Don't listen to these dumb dons Wishing I could squash it I got beef that I can't run from Mummy knows I done wrong All the times, I made her cry All that ghosting in the night, like I don't even need to lie Let a nigga fuck with me Got mandem that let that pumpy squeeze So real, man'll try to kill you for my brothers beef I just keep walkin' them niggas they keep talking They'll run into a stick like them niggas were sleep walking I don't like to talk, bro, I just get so angry Squash it if it's verbal, but I'll kill you for my family Bruv, I'm only sixteen, the streets ain't right Know man'll bun you for designer, I can deets your life The trap wasn't a plan to me, road just made me angry Sitting with a bag of green, like what the fucks a grand to me? Used to watch The Bill, now I'm running for a bill All this running from the bill might just turn into a casualty Actually, the ends they might just turn you to a martyr Snitches tryna blah-blah, no wing like Zaha Trappers getting trapped by hoes turn further Niggas living fast and getting killed by karma Told you 'bout them days with Rapz it was trappin' Told you 'bout them men like I'll go Charlie for a Chaplin Now, I'm layin' down the law Made the lady hold the raw And I put it smack down, I ain't talking 'bout no wrestlin' Lawyers fighting cases we ain't talking 'bout no settlin' Bruv, I've been dead broke twice, I had to get it in Let a nigga rush me, trust me that'll be the death of him Always got the metal in my hand like its a wedding ring And all these different moods I've felt You're nothin' with no G's like a Gucci belt Still, I'm tryna make my P's stretch give a fuck if the beef's dead Raf niggas down to scrap niggas like Benitez Pagans had my whole ends locked by forensics 'Cause them shells flew like a spoonful of Lemsip And my paigans done it, I ain't proud to say they done it At least I know now, what they were saying man they meant it