Strawberry Rain

[Intro]

Yeah

What's this one?

Aight

FT

[Verse 1]

Ain't no kids daddy

But if I had a baby or track with a youth

Know what that means, shit in nappy

And I ain't talking bout shit from batty

I'm talking bout fucking shit in nappy

Stack for the Barclays, not for the Santander

Thought I was gonna say Abbey?

Stuck in the past in the game most likely

Stopping and starting, I said catch up

And them boys still can't catch me

Transport them I was in a taxi

You know I got spots like acne

For the dumpling, yam and ackee

And for dumping out on a fassy

Get a call then I'm there

Low down on the split or opp I'm fetching gladly

It's normal, I do my ting

I just wanna make MJ happy

I stack and I trap, since the first man ah cat

I ain't ever look back, hear me on a track

Don't think that it's rad, it's sad

My endz is like Islamabad

Gaza there, don't post and stand

No encounters are hand-to-hand

Man will rise up the Claude Van Damme

[Hook]

Don't get caught in the backroad

Cause you wanna stunt on the main

It gets insane

Thoughts flying out of your brain

You could call it strawberry rain

Things ain't the same

Snitches baiting up the whole game

Talk in codes on the phone, not flames

Glide in and out, man are changing lanes

If I see feds, I'll turn Usain

[Verse 2]

Play your position

Attack the opposition

With the greatest precision

Defend or aggression

Stop pagans from messing

With the bread that you're getting

You're beefing and trapping and now you're all fretting

It's not worth it if you're not gonna dead him

You wanna have beef and still try pebbing?

Till man run up on your shop and get him

To call you asking for seven

Three man deep: me, Smith, and Wesson

Got you before so you know that I'm repping

Badman from early, ask Tevin

Badman from early, ask Kevin

Said he wants food, but I never met him

And know shots there never wreck him

Fam it's all long, I'll change up my eleven

Get a new chip and switch up my method

Never could pum-pum make me feel pressured

I'll make a pum-pum make you get peppered

How you gonna wrap your pum-pum jeffers?

I can't be out here with washed breddas

Everybody's pissed now I'm putting on my leathers

Man can't see me, I'm ghost with the cheddars

Low-key moving last letters

[Hook]

Don't get caught in the backroad

Cause you wanna stunt on the main

It gets insane

Thoughts flying out of your brain

You could call it strawberry rain

Things ain't the same

Snitches baiting up the whole game

Talk in codes on the phone, not flames

Glide in and out, man are changing lanes

If I see feds, I'll turn Usain

[Verse 3]

All or nothing

I don't wanna hear about bits and bobs

I keep it real in and out of the game

But they have trouble, cause they're not

You know what I'm on and you know where I'm from

Man are there in Essex or South London

When the endz get corn, mi nuh wear Long John

Mi rise the blue steel and leave man done

We're number one, I'm number five

But we're all sick, so it's alright

Just wait till TK's CD arrives

And you see Shifman saying boom on sky

Family Tree, yeah, we're them guys

MCs with 38s and 45's

Could have been a baby or big nine

Big problem ah go down quicktime

'Matic does ring like a half food line

You can hold shots in your neck and spine

If you wanna get brave, while you're trying

You will find out that I'm not lying

When you come with fists and I come with iron

On the same backroad you will lay there lying

In your own blood, stiff, senseless and dying

Now your grandma's daughter's crying, it's sad

[Hook]

Don't get caught in the backroad

Cause you wanna stunt on the main

It gets insane

Thoughts flying out of your brain

You could call it strawberry rain

Things ain't the same

Snitches baiting up the whole game

Talk in codes on the phone, not flames

Glide in and out, man are changing lanes

If I see feds, I'll turn Usain