Next Up?

Part 1

[Intro]

You know how I stayed alive this long? All these years? Fear

The spectacle of fearsome acts

Somebody steals from me, I cut off his hands

He offends me, I cut out his tongue

He rises against me, I cut off his head, stick it on a pike, raise it high up so all on the streets can see

That's what preserves the order of things, fear

[Verse]

Me and S, that's a two man step

And if you don't think we're patterned, we both got gloves

That's De Gea and Cech

How many mans been splashed and vexed

They ain't put hands on skengs, they're wet

Shotgun long or short, it's still on the back of the PCX

All now it don't make no sense

Them man tried lurk one time, man crashed, and they ain't ever been back again

Only God knows, wagwan for them

TA controlling the dinger, me in the passy, it's looking all ments

You can't afford to get cheffed on the mains, rudeboy you're looking at death

Bare man run when the suttin' gets rised, two L's like let's lurk twice

Had nuff youts gone on the top, S did him dash on Larkhall Rise

Mums life that spin ting hypes

Me and gang when we're out on the ride

Undies on to the kid, then the tighest spaces C1 hides

I been on countless glides, and the feds dem can't name one

I'd rather be in the T with grams dicing 1.1s

Got sweet ones onto the gang, it's nuts

Showing off breast and bums

Do a drill then back to the slums

I can't wait 'till I lock this one

I put nuff stress on their head, I can't make marjay bury her son

They know that we out with skengs on peds, dot dot ready to dump

If you speak with your chest get slump

Notorious hill get anyone bun, if you know then you know 'bout a Tulse Hill tug

I ain't tryna leave man rubbed, splashed and chinged, that's your insides fucked

Corn in the air, better watch your touch

Man can tell me nuttin' 'bout them boy, them man ain't got nuttin' on us

They say C1's next up, this is for Chak so I can't give up

Ride on the other side, gangs too nuts

It's only the bros man can trust, I still go shop where shh got touched

Part 2

[Intro]

So when you wake up in the morning, when do you first get out that?Soon as you put on your clothes, it's like putting your clothes on

How you bend down to tie your shoe, how you go in the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth

You leave the house without this, it's like, it's like you basically saying shit fuck my life

[Verse]

The beef is poppin'

The suns all out so you know we gotta have these paigons dropping

The last time I jumped off a 125, I had that opp boy dodging

This is the start, no way I'm stopping

She don't need rates to know that she's popping

Bad bitch topping off gang, "oh I say" like my name's Dot Cotton

Need me a Russian, more like a foreign

Left hand curving shots like Robben

I beef with the opp block active, niggas seein four wheels skrr and panic

If there's juice on the Rambo, savage

Every mans goal is to make nuff cabbage

Still one eye closed when I slap this, LTH too gangish

I do things and stuff with bro, every day we take a hundred risks

I got tings doing snaps and pics, on my mums life I ain't into that shit

Fuck the opps, they're neeks, they ain't on this riding ting

The shotty size like one baby, a samurai sword same size as Slim

4 door swerving, got 3 man in the back with a bally and a 15 inch

How can you run and leave your bro, that one there ain't a bredrin ting

Washed up youts scream LTK and none of these man ain't ever done a thing

I just laugh and I bill my spliff

I'm with M tryna score on pricks

Or I'm with P tryna mango split, headshots only the fuck is this

You don't ever take no trips, 3 double 0 yeah I took that risk

I've been with Caps and breeze on the streets

Pull their pants, they dash and skeet

Niggas are neeks, ain't seen what I've seen

Niggas are rookies, ain't been what I've been

Do they know round 'ere got a selection of waps

Shanks on waist, big tings in bags

If man could've got tru' the door that day, we wait for them to ride back

30 on the mains and not enough gas

But we still got the 4 door packed

Them man can't buy no waps, they're brass

It's always a casualty thing like Sav

[Outro]

That'll go on your hip like you put your vest on

Last thing you do is worry 'bout the police

I'd rather do the 3 years in the penitentiary than life in the cemetery