[Verse 1: Youngs Teflon]
Yo, who the leaders of the new school?
They've got me teaching old tricks to these new fools
Old Remington and some new jewels
And when the pagans pay me homage, I'm like "cool, cool"
Cause they respek it, halfway crooks never mek it
They never had a beef that I deaded
Live life with a death wish, smoke for breakfast
Riding for the same cause that Ghetts did
Cause I'm a rebel, selling green since a teen
18 to 21, it was pebbles
Top of my class without a medal
I was training up in the mountains, you went to the meadows
Away in a manger
Said I'm the boy king, I'll still sell an eighth to a stranger
Always alone, I'm a ranger
Said I'm comfy on my ones, the only friend I know is danger
[Hook: Ghetto & Youngs Teflon]
I ain't a maniac
But certain situations could've made me die
Made me grind, made me stack
Made me overthink like a braniac
Lost my way, made it back
Thoughts crossed my brain that could've made me mad
We ain't no basic lads, no paper pad
Got that 90s style and 80s swag
[Verse 2: Ghetto]
My baby mother says I'm immature
She four years younger, what the fuck she think I'm with her for?
She told me get the hell out, I'm packing, I need a minute more
Hold on, you say you want me gone, so who you cookin' dinner for?
Mmm, that looks good, I'm staying
When I said you weren't a good cook, I was playing
Come here, give me that good good, what you saying?
Don't tease me, let me push my hood all the way in
Sometimes, I wanna argue for the make up sex
Need it in the morning, or I'll spend the whole day upset
If I'm the man in your dreams, then you should wake up wet
I'm surprised not one of our neighbours really hate us yet
Yeah, they say the walls have ears, babe
There's four walls and they all can hear, babe
I say the ceiling has feelings
It must be lean, cause the smoke's right beneath it
Weed, so loud
I just hope these walls can keep a secret
Even though there's no award for the speechless
I walk the walk, and ruin floors with my sneakers
Normal procedures, late night studio
Ordering pizzas, Jerome should be over the moon
What the fuck's he complaining about?
It's a privilege recording this G shit
Book an appointment with a nail technician
If you ungrateful motherfuckers wanna see tips
When I say I'm going ham
Fam, I don't mean E6
Wear my heart on my sleeve
Don't make me the weakest, it makes me the realest
Music's based on emotion, believe it
So this beat's getting the emotional treatment
I'm digging deeper than the average rapper
I see murders getting captured on camera, right in front of me
A man getting stabbed in his bladder, right in front of me
Youts getting badder and badder, right in front of me
You wanna be the man in the manor? Good luck with that
You'll probably get killed by the same youts that looked up to man
Diced in the alley when police left
These kids'll leave a nigga lying in the street, dead
Sometimes it's like a Western in the east end
Grandad said if we ain't fighting with our fists then
We should be categorised as weak men
But, you see when everyone's got a strap
Cause everyone's got a strap and my nigga
Just bought another two, and I can't tell him he don't need them
Defence, nobody's sitting on the fence
We ain't getting caught in a crossfire in these ends
[Hook: Ghetto & Youngs Teflon x2]
