[Intro]
(Zenith)
(Sebz Beats, baby)
(Elevate, this mix sounds mad)
(Ay, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold)
[Verse: S13]
You don't know how a dead man looks
Two bells get put in the whoosh or a hole in one like Tiger Woods
Scary sight when we slide in hoods
Don't care about age or number, flex with them get put in a wood
Thank Allah every day for my freedom anytime man gotta cut through the hood
Cut my nails, burn my boogs
Crash the dotts off broad day bait, now I'm miles away and I'm choppin' dinners
He ain't do no shit for me so I burnt his bridge like we burnt these dingers
Sweet one said I smile too much, she don't know the real reason I'm grinnin'
Spot him, got him, that's good riddance
Holdin' the .12 with ease
If you can't handle the side-by-side, you can't even chat to my younger g's
I put stainless steel in guts and it's two hands firm when I'm aimin' the heat
Scotland Yard keep takin' my team so you know every time it's free CB, and every time it's free TT
Just seen another opp boy in a vid, like, how you gonna rap with the driest blade, and you ain't blazed no skin?
Nah Akh, all jokes aside, big man ting, you're takin' the piss
I ain't even got started on the guy that you say, "Long Live"
He's in a ditch, go to the grave, he's pissed
Take his name out your Insta' bio and go to the job centre you prick
'Cah this ain't the life you want, studio time just got to the kid
Cause price when it comes to business, on my bro, could never make drinks
On sight any time man see them, couldn't give a toss in front of the CIDs
Squeeze first, splash faster
Why you think that I scream "SF"?
Free Sluggy, with a brucky, gunner on the wing like his name is Pires
I love a verbal, that's correct
But I don't do this for the net
Got the drop, on his barbers
The next thing my man got cheffed
How's my name gettin' put in tunes?
I really don't understand
Years ago, I did get bored
Then three bodies froze, when I wonderland
Just got bail for a M and breached, got knicked, 'cah suttin' else got splashed
Me and CB kicked back, used to laugh and think about how Kojo Funds did the dash
Solicitor tellin' me to lie low
My mum thinks she gave birth to a psycho
I'd think that we worked for the council the way we turned Freema' Road to a lido
Nuff man got put on the knife though, more than a few got fill up with bine though
Don't slip with a bitch or just for a drink, that's a one way trip to the sky homes
You're a bitch, you know, I know
Bruck the back, snatch a soul
Could be archin', could be blastin'
Either way, gotta go
Niggas know, 'bout I
Swing my knife, bang my pole
Niggas know
Gotta go
Bang
