I'm Back

I'm back What's popping Let me set this shit on fire Look the streets is too much Young niggers are of the rails and beefing too much That's why I need to bus And I ain't trying to go jail not even two months But its easy to buss And I ain't talking about fame, cash and cars But more like letting off straps in arms Let the beef die down, then we're back in arms The streets is too much You try and stay low, but everyone knows who you fuck Then you got niggers running up in cribs waving the 4-4 like they're fucking big Most niggers don't know what hustling is But its cool, you're just not that type of nigga You don't have to be straight its a minor nigga Me I'm a 16 writer nigga Look I'm a five grand man you're a fiver nigga Taking over say goodbye to Jigga Who's realer? MC killer, I'm cancer ain't no-one iller I'm amber, right before you go, I'll be like no Come in and murk you That's my word You slow down prick patience is a virtue When it's my time, and it's my nine That will end you if you diss my lines So I keep my ear to the street And there ain't much shit that miss my eyes So don't think you're on par when you're dark You best be on guard and your bars Best be on point But you're arse I'll take your car and pimp my ride And not satnav and a new body Just two gash that can take body Your team be easy I'm greaze See me I'm connected like BT And I ain't old school like DT But I'm the new kid on the block Treat albums like drugs and move it on the block Wrapped in plastic I move it easy And I'm a bad boy like PD And I'm tryna move them units So I've perfected my CD Cos I like to move it, move it I see niggers in their new whips cruising Round town bumping my music, music Cos I'm a ghetto kid And don't make me prove it, prove it Cos I'm a ghetto kid, and I do ghetto shit And I don't know what happened its just what the ghetto did Look I'm a ghetto kid and I do ghetto shit And I don't know what happened its just what the... Did I not fuck that up mate