Anglo Saxon

[Intro] I went low, I got tax in Told Kovo we Anglo- (I done up a mile, sha-) I done up a mile, [?] I keep it near me like an infant child Bitch, yeah she like my style Shit, and she ain't got an ounce of doubt Way back when we did prowl Genshin, vengeance, it ain't for no clout They said they're gonna make it foul Shit, you better go and make a foul I went low, I got tax in Told Kovo we Anglo-Saxon I got rubbed the wrong way by my man But he don't want that traction My lil' bro P did run up the whole High Street He was a fucking captain I know it's an act, they're acting So I'm OT with the fiends relapsing MZ said he ain't there for the talking Come, we go there and see him Zee should've received plaque on the wall For the pack on the market fleein' They was on school trips, skiing When my 10-10 was in human beings Left him pissed like he's peeing A bando day, so I keep it re'ing Gave tough talk and discourage Cah the streets know that them boy there damned (Please, free my bro TScam Left his gush in his chest and back) You was with the hoes, you tramp I was on the m-way tryna saw this pack I know they wouldn't tek this risk Cah it's so sickening when you don't come back '014 it was kosher Me, MZ with a matching shank Up in a band' with smokers Go clean up and remove them odours Free bro 5th, we had toasters Live in the flesh, could've turned them posters And if we got the whip from Jova's Me, JaySqueeze, would've done come over Always look over my shoulder Testing my luck, no four-leaf clover One slip on the strip, it's over Now doctors in the search of donor FY soak him up, vulture Fuck, why you think we sold that motor? I was live in the mot's with Homer M sipped Maggy, we trade like poker Big bro told us 'relax Or it's garn' creep back, all them stupid choices' This 10-10, it's got voices All of the cats throwing out, rejoicing Them niggas ain't talk, just noises Cah they ain't on piss like toilets I was 15, probably exploiting Wrapping my Jane for the [?] of poison So I ain't gonna hear their shit When they ain't even near a brick Bitch, I better clear it quick Put 5-0-4 on the fearsome strip They don't wanna hear this drip That's corn on me like I cleared the fridge Load whole ones in a 1.6 Now we all gonna feed and give Hand on my bro get smoked, bro How we gonna make exceptions? Cats suffering depression Tek two puff and injection And my whole side in correction Cah we run in the right direction That 15 was protection Bro got splashed but it weren't intentions I swear I weren't meant to Lat night roll with a bruck-back tender You talk waps, you pretender This real life, where the ting on venture And who stepped there with a soa'? Why you think they ran off and claimed surrender? I just hope they remember How much wrap, put a tax on Spencer I went low, I got tax in Told Kovo we Anglo-Saxon I got rubbed the wrong way by my man But he don't want that traction My lil' broski did run up the whole High Street He was a fucking captain I know it's an act, they're acting So I'm OT with the fiends relapsing Read the game, they're stupid Lost phone too, I was fucking fuming Done D, now they accusing Release me 'til my guilty's proven Big bro told me 'no bootings Go kick back with the cats, abusing' But they're gonna talk on TF'O Man fill up the tank, get cruising