Wisdom & Smoke

[Part I: Wisdom] [Intro] SRB separation confirmed, coming up on staging the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds [Chorus] Listen, rise out the whistle, hold it, hit him I told my darg, "Don't miss him" Lower the window slowly, point it Rinse out the clip at a victim One month, we hit the walls, like, "Shit, then" My mans in the ecosystem Flashbacks sittin' in Serco vans, now I'm givin' the whole ends wisdom [Verse 1] This dot-dot don't fit, bring the Lugers Ultra-attack on any intruders I can't go on a stain hands-on, now, I got music consumers Play your role, it's best and don't be useless My homegirl was in Gallery D-E-P-T, I bought her a fеw bits Same day, I fling out the bits for the nuisancе Said this G19 costs a few quid Look, my young boy's stress, he just done a bootin' Gotta get nail clippers, your jacket got GSR discharge, no time for loosin' But on the bright side, who left detectives clueless Yo, keep it hush Look, nothin' ain't rap cap, we really do this We caught him, now, his best friend Judas Any sign of an opp, we're bootin' If there's no whip, then we do it on scooters I don't know how the opps keep losin', back your bredrins, stop givin' excuses Gang do drills like a dentist, bang to the hand ting, toothless (Mhm-mhm) Hit an artery now he won't stop juicin' Pick a name, man, quick, no point on choosin' Put it back in the bag, gotta slap on my leather The shoes don't fit, real-life Cinderella Tap then leave the machine with a Shirley, the bells come fatter than ever Boot off your mum's crib just like a homewrecker (Yo-yo-yo) Used to be on the pitch, now, I'm teachin' the squad, Arteta Told my YG, "Roll with a presser" But, we ain't on smoke when we apply pressure Mission complete, now clean, now fling me the desser Paramedics at the scene 'cause there's eight on his top, Iniesta Three man, one bike, but who's on that Vespa? (Yo, who's that?) One opp got chin up and chin up again, 'cause my darg's short-tempered Heard it was us, what? Free up my members New plates, gang just got a Jaguar, this one's a blenders Counter-attack with the blocka, still got defenders Awkward, heard a man tellin' gyal that we got agendas I only been Crown Court in my life, we're different offenders Us man are grippin', them niggas pretenders (Look) This dotty should've been on EastEnders [Chorus] Listen, rise out the whistle, hold it, hit him I told my darg, "Don't miss him" Lower the window slowly, point it Rinse out the clip at a victim One month, we hit the walls, like, "Shit, then" My mans in the ecosystem Flashbacks sittin' in Serco vans, now I'm givin' the whole ends wisdom [Part II: Smoke] [Intro] Staging the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds Mhm-mhm, listen [Chorus] Smoke is smoke, no, it can't be watered We just shot back, now they all look awkward (Eurgh) Detectives cockblockin' the shootouts We try ride out, right now there's a shortage Fuck that, chip in some change, let me sort it Had to pattern my ting out in Shoreditch Old school days, was a Ford Focus, we could barely afford it Now, it's different boots Like Ice Spice, she in her mood, gyal pretty but rude Had to pattern my crew, go straight to the stu' Young Gs done a glide and they still cut through Them opps been droppin' like baby teeth, how the fuck did they move brand new? (Eurgh) Look, I know somethin' there got shot, but we still got new ones to shoot (Listen) [Verse] We ain't on what? Leave the hood confused They only find out when they look on the news Seen it all, now it's déjà vu Pronounce that, which opp block should we choose? New plates wanted smoke, now they need tattoos Used to give bare verbal abuse (Walla-boom) Day time or the night time, corn gets diffused from an East-side yute (Look) Police love operatin' on my crew 'Cause my side stir up the beef like stew Shotguns get whacked down, split into two Bare sides wan' do interviews We tap off our waps, neighbours start singin', we call that rhythm and blues (Eurgh) Somethin' got— But, now, I gotta pack up and rotate hotel rooms Same way the young bulls have to rotate the broom (Yo) Labels see smoke when I bill up a spliff on Zoom Civils look shocked 'cause there's gun powder in the noon (Eurgh) Make the wap pop like balloons (Baow) We don't showboat, but I still got smoke Had to cancel the date now she thinks I'm rude I tried to reschedule, she's not in the mood K-M-T, told her to move My next link got ass with a waistline and she got ink on her boobs The good gyal want a badman that's smooth (Eurgh) Racks and waps in the backpack, ready for war, BT for their crew (Eurgh) Hit all the age groups, they don't know what to do (Mm-mm) My niggas all buy smoke, who wants it too? (Listen) [Chorus] Smoke is smoke, no, it can't be watered We just shot back, now they all look awkward (Eurgh) Detectives cockblockin' the shootouts We try ride out, right now there's a shortage Fuck that, chip in some change, let me sort it Had to pattern my ting out in Shoreditch Old school days, was a Ford Focus, we could barely afford it Now, it's different boots Like Ice Spice, she in her mood, gyal pretty but rude Had to pattern my crew, go straight to the stu' Young Gs done a glide and they still cut through Them opps been droppin' like baby teeth, how the fuck did they move brand new? (Eurgh) Look, I know somethin' there got shot, but we still got new ones to shoot (Eurgh)