Next Up - S3-E6

Part I

[Intro]

Saint made this one

[Verse 1]

This the heartless flow

Life gave me scars and slows

Now I'm here with my dawgs on go

Man the past been slow

I been tryna graft and cope with the pain

So I spark that smoke

When it's dark and cold

Pray to Allah that my dawgs get home

'Cah when the block gets hot it's a hardened zone

Came in the car with my charge let's go

Gon' glide, get a time, give out Karma bro

Karma bro

Valiant up in the talion I go

Stop panickin' he did a mannequin, why choke?

Battlin' my bro

Packin' it by court

I ain't turnin' in nothin' if he ain't dun' out

Livin' life repackin' it for the drama

And these packages vanishin' on the corner

And he ain't badder than gang man he a talker

Been the last ones

[Verse 2]

Drip- drip- drip too hard don't stand too close

Spit game hard got spastic flows

You was in the seminar tryna catch some quotes

Til' I had a seminar of elastic notes

Never need a credit card man I trap and go

In the dungeons dem with the demons

And it ain't my calibre if it's wrap or rope

In the pad with the wap just beat it bro

Guys done laps for the scheme and the team

Can't believe didn't meet finna keep it a G

Deep in the streets feel a fiend so they lean

If the green or the beat tryna even the peace

Sleepin' on my now they leanin' on me

Don't believe in a ting til' we deep in the scene

Ting is elite, couple Zs on my feet

Need to bin off a neek tell 'em keep the receipts

Who told you I weren't charged up?

Next year I'm doin' up [?]

You was in barbers tryna get a next trim

Me and my fresh trim came out the garden

Netflix doin' up Stardog cookie, gelato

I get it from Carla yo

Peng ting lookin' all classy

With the Bacardi up in the car seat, go

Fencin' if you are not army

Me and my charty do and your dawgy goes

They lyin' say wAllahi bro

And they wonder why we keep the army close

(Close, close, close, close, close, close, close)

[Hook]

Ain't no feelings when they meetin' hun

I ain't finished til' the beat is done

Where we livin' ain't no scene for punks

All my villains on a mission tryna see some luck

In a city full of greed and lust

Can't agree with much

We scheme enough

And my guys don't speak too much

'Cah there's sixteen [?] and fuck

Til' I'm all up in the speaker drums

Part II

[Verse 3]

So- so much pain I don't see no peace

So much chains [?] and greed

I hold my heart where I seen it bleed

From road to RIPs and frees

Coldest heart I've been a chief

Think now's the time he's seen the team

A thousand times I've seen the dream

A thousand times I meet the T, oh Lord

I can tell a mans stacked though

Round here bandos and trap phones

I'm out on [?] cashflow

No [?] pack bro

I paint the picture like Pablo

Can't you see the frame?

I ain't talkin' four walls and [?] calls

Them Boreham courtrooms are tragic

A day in the life of havoc

Spartan summertime sword and sandals, no

Tea and cake, won't beat his case

So runnin' up [?] zone

Kelly miss my candle smoke

In the booth tryna spit til' the gang won't blow

[?] family bro

Stampin' him in if he tampers bruv

(Bruv, bruv, bruv, bruv, bruv, bruv, bruv)