Private Ryan

[Intro] Sebz Beats, baby Old school fifth like Fila My come up was real and see through Me in the jailhouse pissed But bro still cracked man's shell like seafood [Verse 1] Damn, I was just bando basin', watchin' the TT change him Never had no food line given I found them kittens, I kept engagin' Free D cah I love my brother When man took cover, the sky weren't rainin' I put fifty five on these J's I ain't in the rain cah the J's all sueded Situation, Freddy and Jason S done a madness tryna go do him Already gave him ying like Asian Olympic racin', we ain't into it I was in school just paper tracin' I trace this paper, this shit feels great now I really done Don King that evenin' The neighbours sleepin', they all awake now Seventeen, eighteen in breakdowns Mum said 'you need a lucky break' The X5 had me hid for hours Like one big coward with no escape I'm in the bando livin' off takeout 12:01 when they shut them shutters I put spots on my ting like breakout Them niggas ain't for it, they showin' their colours The little opp boys know my brothers For bando figures and soakin' cutters Two hotlines and a pole this summers I hate when the junks are broke, on mothers You know the wap look dark in raps But it's white inside like Uncle Ruckus Free up the strip Bare bang-bang on the strip and faith in a rusty wap Lil bro P was loose with the cannon Them man just rappin', he had it on tap Up the country, travellin' map I was fillin' up junks and travellin' back I swear I can't wait 'til they release D We was in the deep end just paddlin' crack She really done four on the mots' for me But I don't even want that Manny ting back Duckin' a van with wraps in my hand The junkies all tapped, they capture the gang Half a pole just slapped at a man We take the pole back like Capture the Flag Lil bro taps two clamps on a van I told my big cuz 'put tax on a van' Really told Rich we need to get rich He said we got stick to camp and attack [Chorus] The boydem stuck on my skin like lupus And we can't afford this pull DB need cruise control for the cruisin' Two hundred miles up North And we're gonna come right back down with a new ting I never ate, I'm hungry I swing that tickle or I swing that new ting I weren't home for the Easter Mum said, "Son, you're a dealer" I’m fly off the pan like Peter Punk out in a junk house, it's fryin' They're lyin' for social media Try and the mandem's eager Big two pipe and a smoke, no shisha He needed savin', Private Ryan [Verse 2] Bando livin', I'm shattered I'm wakin' up to the junkies shaggin' Man do Olympic relay run over there, never need no baton M put weight on a two ton shiny metal, it ain't from Hatton And I don't know nuttin' 'bout retail workin' Burstin', I made it happen Doin' up bando cotches Tell bae, don't fear for my life I don't leave out without bae on my boxers Grown men runnin' in pubs Fuck, they ain't run in for Fosters S Trap in the pass' with gas I hit the floor mat cah the Astra blocked us Put dutty shells in the whopper Rise up, put rise on your roster MZ told me this spin must wheel up Old school fifth like Fila My come up was real and see through Me in the jailhouse pissed But bro still cracked man's shell like seafood He was leakin' Vimto Hit him so he don't rap 'bout what he been through Told cuzzy respec' his health Bro-bro doin' up five-a-day S got aim but he lost his nut when buss that Bro, he's a mile away Soft like bae in the kitchen pot Destruct a pack, no China plate Two-two puff on a two-two servin' Junk heads ringin' me down like bae [Chorus] The boydem stuck on my skin like lupus And we can't afford this pull DB need cruise control for the cruisin' Two hundred miles up North And we're gonna come right back down with a new ting I never ate, I'm hungry I swing that tickle or I swing that new ting I weren't home for the Easter Mum said, "Son, you're a dealer" I’m fly off the pan like Peter Punk out in a junk house, it's fryin' They're lyin' for social media Try and the mandem's eager Big two pipe and a smoke, no shisha He needed savin', Private Ryan [Outro] MZ told me this spin must wheel up Old school fifth like Fila My come up was real and see through Me in the jailhouse pissed But bro still cracked man's shell like seafood