80s Swag

[Verse 1: Youngs Teflon] Yo, who the leaders of the new school? They've got me teaching old tricks to these new fools Old Remington and some new jewels And when the pagans pay me homage, I'm like "cool, cool" Cause they respek it, halfway crooks never mek it They never had a beef that I deaded Live life with a death wish, smoke for breakfast Riding for the same cause that Ghetts did Cause I'm a rebel, selling green since a teen 18 to 21, it was pebbles Top of my class without a medal I was training up in the mountains, you went to the meadows Away in a manger Said I'm the boy king, I'll still sell an eighth to a stranger Always alone, I'm a ranger Said I'm comfy on my ones, the only friend I know is danger [Hook: Ghetto & Youngs Teflon] I ain't a maniac But certain situations could've made me die Made me grind, made me stack Made me overthink like a braniac Lost my way, made it back Thoughts crossed my brain that could've made me mad We ain't no basic lads, no paper pad Got that 90s style and 80s swag [Verse 2: Ghetto] My baby mother says I'm immature She four years younger, what the fuck she think I'm with her for? She told me get the hell out, I'm packing, I need a minute more Hold on, you say you want me gone, so who you cookin' dinner for? Mmm, that looks good, I'm staying When I said you weren't a good cook, I was playing Come here, give me that good good, what you saying? Don't tease me, let me push my hood all the way in Sometimes, I wanna argue for the make up sex Need it in the morning, or I'll spend the whole day upset If I'm the man in your dreams, then you should wake up wet I'm surprised not one of our neighbours really hate us yet Yeah, they say the walls have ears, babe There's four walls and they all can hear, babe I say the ceiling has feelings It must be lean, cause the smoke's right beneath it Weed, so loud I just hope these walls can keep a secret Even though there's no award for the speechless I walk the walk, and ruin floors with my sneakers Normal procedures, late night studio Ordering pizzas, Jerome should be over the moon What the fuck's he complaining about? It's a privilege recording this G shit Book an appointment with a nail technician If you ungrateful motherfuckers wanna see tips When I say I'm going ham Fam, I don't mean E6 Wear my heart on my sleeve Don't make me the weakest, it makes me the realest Music's based on emotion, believe it So this beat's getting the emotional treatment I'm digging deeper than the average rapper I see murders getting captured on camera, right in front of me A man getting stabbed in his bladder, right in front of me Youts getting badder and badder, right in front of me You wanna be the man in the manor? Good luck with that You'll probably get killed by the same youts that looked up to man Diced in the alley when police left These kids'll leave a nigga lying in the street, dead Sometimes it's like a Western in the east end Grandad said if we ain't fighting with our fists then We should be categorised as weak men But, you see when everyone's got a strap Cause everyone's got a strap and my nigga Just bought another two, and I can't tell him he don't need them Defence, nobody's sitting on the fence We ain't getting caught in a crossfire in these ends [Hook: Ghetto & Youngs Teflon x2]