Hurt

[Hook: Merky ACE] T-shirt with a stain on Gravestone with your name on when it's flame on Headback buss, squirting juice, not pus Face flat, eating dust, in Tree I trust For any one of them, I'll do that stuff If you think you're rough, dem ting is a must I ain't tryna hold back, pick up the bally And ride and smoke that [Verse 1: Merky ACE] I don't wanna write, I just wanna rap and fight Blaze skeng in the night Come through on a hype on a big bike Beep and skrrt, them man ain't on our side, get hurt Gyal dem feeling the team, so they flirt Cats dem holla cuh man ah got dirt Me, T and JB be doing dirt Me, T and Ego on the shirt Me, T and Shifman on the works Me, T and MI and Splurt Plotting on something, his belly did hurt If I've got that ting and he says that word Guess what? You're getting burst Bun up, every day run up If we see a pagan, temperature tun up Roll with the darg but I'm worse when I'm one-up [Hook: Merky ACE] T-shirt with a stain on Gravestone with your name on when it's flame on Headback buss, squirting juice, not pus Face flat, eating dust, in Tree I trust For any one of them, I'll do that stuff If you think you're rough, dem ting is a must I ain't tryna hold back, pick up the bally And ride and smoke that [Verse 2: Tre Mission] Know what it is Niggas don't know what it is Real niggas know what it ain't No lie, I skrrt All-black, put in my work Dirt, you know what is Don't care what it was Niggas better know what it is Real niggas know what I'm on No lie, I skate If a nigga moving bait One two move, then I'm gone I ain't new to the road This stick is immune to the cold Real niggas stay true to the code No tunes for the bold Man ah move loose at the pole And the money recoups and it goes These loops in the holes Niggas still losing the flow So we jump out, shoot, then we go Blew two, nigga, whoa From the other side of the road My niggas ride in the cold [Verse 3: Cadell] New meaning, same solo movements Do road with a coat and an exclusive Slide right through, left man with two bruises He wiped down 2 2 lips Real recognise real, so keep your eyes peeled You've got a little money, do you wanna ride still? Course not, get a young boy, bill a line, then walk off Tryna find out where to wrap a next raw box They don't really talk much perfect Catch me backseat swerving Read the book, the great gats be working Not man v food, strap v person I been looking at alternates They think I don't know what a curb is Like I wasn't tryna bring the whole curb in After 3 Is the New 6 Guarantee they let the third in Already frontliner, front pager I'll front you work, I'll do you a favour I might have a new distribution Ring me up, I'll make you a major I'm gonna die when I die So I don't really care about older or braver Anyone can go for a wager And I don't know how my night's gonna end But my life ain't made up Needed to go, so I stacked, then I saved up Spent that, made it back, brought her make-up Trinidad, but I might chill in Jamaica Chill with some real life living soul-takers Know where I come from, still where I come from Real where I come from Copper and steel for the dum dons I don't want a wheel, I want four So I can hop out the sliding doors