Loyal

[Intro: Kenny Allstar]

Likkle bonus track for you

Can’t say we don’t look after you

Track entitled ‘Loyal’

Kash! Lowkey! Bradz! Tuggzy!

(LA Beats!)

[Verse 1: RV]

Me and that prick was cool

We used to kick bull and vapours

Last time that I got around there tryna grab the yute, and make papers

Do road with my shank on me or I keep my strap parked off at neighbours

No space for the swam on my waist cos my D-Squared jeans come tapered

My whole team loyal, no traitors dishing out food like we´re waiters

All of my fiends getting catered

Ten-ten length we got flavours

More than half my team been jailed that’s all for drillers and papers

Teeth go straight in the clip

Ain't no need for retainers

Broadwater Farm went famous

Designer from head to the trainers niggas be talking that wass til they get splashed don’t be courageous

Don’t add Ks no way

Get blazed in the face no Shamus

Most drillers in north OFB weeks taking that status

[Verse 2: Kash]

Got the drop from bitch that’s dirty hate the opp block go clean it (go clean that up!)

Skrr round there with the broom trident know that I ain't gone come, come sweep it

Back out the rrr boom-baow cos I’m tryna crash corn at these eediats (boom-baow!)

OFB to the world and back got beef with the whole of the rejects (dickhead!)

Smearz stepped in with the fat stack I ain’t gonna lie I was like ‘WOAH’

Young nigga trapping in the hood tryna stack real hard til my stacks all grow (stack that up!)

Talkin bout stepped in the room me and Braddix travelling all both like ‘WOAH’

Scream ‘OFB K’ til we get round dere got things on things and we go!

[Verse 3: Lowkey]

Best run we step on street (Baow-Baow!)

Ride for long when we dark up bait none of dem boy can’t talk to we

Machine part when their boy decease (bang, bang, bang!)

Flick-shank woosh on their blood on lake (bullet!)

Done with the talk because talk is cheap (bullet, bullet!)

Maybe be back because smoke my trace

None of them bad dem boy just some neeks

Money I make so we prepare for days

Why them girls can be step did fake

Strappin dem bout cos dem boy are kway

Bullet hot like this sauna break

[Verse 4: Bradz]

Shout out to Cardi I got Bad B (Grrrh!)

And the brodie come leng call it Kylie your packs just looking like Miley (dead up!)

I’m doing up trips again from cunch back endz needing a fix be there in a bit

You know that the kats stay kitting

Cos all that work won’t enough next relo gotta be twinning

That’s a hashtag winning ain't worked on his abs but hit him in his back that’s hashtag spilling

Half Ms with pen but to make a hashtag killing wave your hand and flex that’s hashtag leaning

Backroad skrring man’s lurking four man in a dinger no German

Blacked off bells golden like guavas

They ain't got sweets but ain’t nuttin be burnin

[Verse 5: Headie One]

I told Zee that we gotta do a five this week

And I’m piss that we didn’t meet that target

My bro doing 90 on a M-way scales in the glove compartment

I thank the lord that I beat these charges

Instead, I’m quieting in the good market

And that’s me and Fred going shopping

And we don’t need trolleys and baskets

Tell my young boys when he sees those opps get chinging

Don’t you dare walk right past him

And when you get back to the block come and tell me which one run fastest

Still ching man’s head back having new local barber

17 in this cunch trid I don’t need body armour

[Verse 6: Tuggzy]

I just got the drop dere’s a opp OFB step with the broom (OFB!)

Young days mum try and take man on Church Road but into Skrapz like boom

Now it’s Nines You Can’t Blame Me One Foots In I’m a marksman

Done years for violence I still get busy I’m breaching my license (I’m breaching!)

Dodging sirens little bros just done a drilling fuck trident (Fuck trident!)

Rolling in the ringer having man dashing his designers

Check the scoreboard like hates in my d’s put your gs in the news (Pussies!)

They scream like season I burst man skin my Louis

[Hook: RV]

My whole team loyal, no traitors dishing out food like we´re waiters

All of my fiends getting catered

Ten-ten length we got flavours

More than half my team been jailed that’s all for drillers and papers (drilling)

Teeth go straight in the clip

Ain't no need for retainers (no need)

Broadwater Farm went famous

Designer from head to the trainers niggas be talking that wass til they get splashed don’t be courageous

Don’t add Ks no way (don’t do it)

Get blazed in the face no Shamus

Most drillers in north OFB weeks taking that status

[Outro: Kenny Allstar]

And there you have it

One of the most anticipated mixtapes in the game

My guy’s RV and Headie One have done it

Starrish N

Make sure you follow RV and Headie One as well

At Starrish N on the Instagram and Twitter it’s all love

Every time you hear the voice of the streets

You know it’s the realness only

So shout out to the mandem and large up OFBs

Shout out to everyone around the T

Let’s s get this!

Money’s the only motto

If you ain’t tryna make money

Don’t even come near us

It’s not worth any conversation

It’s Kenny Allstar

I’m out!

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