Lies Down

[Intro: Diana Ross]

Am I really hard to please?

Perhaps I have such special needs

I wondered what was wrong with me

My friends all fall so easily

(AyoSam)

[Verse 1: NitoNB]

Yo

If you say it's on sight, then do it then (Be real)

How many got new drip, gang ruin them, ruined it (Ah man)

Why they always gamble their life?

I don't know for them guys

Talk tough, but not doin' it, doin' it (Ha)

Dotts, put two in it

Sweets, keep chewin' it

Jakes to the right, don't ruin this drill (Ah man)

If you play in the field, better stay with the steel

It ain't safe in the field, where their mates gettin’ killed (Uh oh)

You ain’t outside, what’s that? (What's that?)

In the ridе you ain’t got no caps

But cap in your raps, it certainly slaps

They’re pissеd when we lurk on the ultra attack

'Cah I hear about the talk on the social sites, what’s this? (What's this?)

One time when a man got caught, said “Wallah' don’t do it, you’re killing a civ” (Haha)

And then bro said, “I know him, I’m pissed” (I know)

[Verse 2: Local]

He's dead for some simple reasons and he's dead 'cah the rambz went through him (Man down)

Why did he hop in the ride?

You know, so do I, that he ain’t got the heart to do it (Nerd)

You can try run but these sweets gonna catch up

You better pray drip don't get ruined (Drip)

I know some demons that only speak splashings

Shooting that language, they're the most fluent

How many times have the five-O stepped to get down all the young kids and men? (How many?)

We'll do it again and again and again (Again)

Don't try run and hop that counter

Thank the kebab that you ain't dead (Better thank him)

Don't sell shoes if you are a paigon

Line that quick, you'll deffo get wet

Pray you don't end up like the three in my zeggs (Smoke him)

[Verse 3: MadMax]

I see all of them pussios running

Don't let me step when MadMax done them

Me and gang taped off enough blocks, got two out of three, left all of them gushing

First one in the drill, no discussions

YB hop on the back with a suttin' (Ayy, hop on)

Seven man squashed in the dinger

I was in the boot with my ZK clutching (No lie)

First one in the drill, no lie (Gang)

Or I step with my RC hitters (Niggas know)

Man's always been wild and vicious

From a young age, we been tapping them triggers

Gang got catty, so we lined up dingers

.45 case, run about, love spinners (Bap, bap)

Lunch time, robbed man bait for the dinners (Bait)

Nuttin' ain't changin, I roll with the sinners

[Verse 4: KD]

Yo, it gets hot in my own ends, crazy (It's mad)

I ain't slim but my ends real shady (No way)

Lifestyle wavy, I'm paid up lately

And if you ain't bae, don't call me baby (Don't call me)

Stay G'd up, wake up, don't daydream (That's facts)

Can't at me unless you're tryna pay me

On the backstreet with bro, getting blazey

Packs and potions in the bag like HAZEY (Like HAZEY)

I gotta get my P up, then spark a G up

Shout bro Gwopz, stacking for the re-up (We stacking)

Loud in my system, 'bout to OD up

On the right way, grafting, never feet up (No cap)

Couple years, wanna see open doors (Open)

AP set, I'm tryna open more (You know)

Told bro-bro, "More, what's mine is yours"

And he said, "Same way, broski, of course" (You know)

[Verse 5: Sixty]

Yo

Don't get caught in a sticky predicament (Nah)

Two waps, man, you know I move diligent (Bap, bap)

With the rambz on my hip or the wap in my hand, like if this ting jams, I'm dipping him (Ching)

Those who died are far from innocent (Nah)

.9 in my hand, let it go by billing him (Bill)

Don't try run, might tear your ligaments (Suwu)

Youngers and olders are both equivalent

Civilians screaming out, "Please stop chinging him!" (Stop!)

Didn't look up 'cah I wasn't listening (Nah)

Rambz in my hip, tryna do man due diligence (Bap)

Hospital hot, the Rayner's block

When I let it pop with a bang, no sitting in

Catch him, finish him, or get rid of him

Niggas know that I'm billing him

Who's beefing the Racecourse citizens? (Suwu)

[Verse 6: AbzSav]

Yo, we run West, fuck that (No), we run the whole of London (Ya know)

Knife work cray, packs caught, we gunmen, bun them

Fly out the ride, and Burna Boy

Stick out, hit man with the bunsen (Burna)

The paigon gyal thought they was live, like Iraq the corn was dumping (Bow, bow)

Wig anyone that's running

I've got PTSD from police, them man got the same ting from the heat (Pussies)

Got a ZK long from my hip to my feet, when AbzSav out, they hide I seek (Where you at?)

I might just catch me a pack then open a caf' with the loudest strains like DBE (Pfff)

Three got packed, they're up in my dank

Now all the opp thots wan' fuck with me (Come here)