This was cold renzo
Man’s gonna get you on the f#ckin’ in the stufio right now bro
Swear down, with who?
Bro, man’s by myself and dat, bro
Man needs to get you
It’s gonna be me and you my n#gg#
Hahahaha
Whole gang been doing up madness
Can’t tell us ’bout badness
Done taped off every opp block
How can you say that block ain’t active?
That day when i slid to the p
Calvin dashed, ra got shanked in
I can talk about days in the 8 with my shank
Billy’s pushing his yg’s, he’s keeping it dashing
I can’t talk on my work in the hill
Truesay my man nearly got packaged
Late night lurk on the opp block
See a young g, might take him captive
Feds booting doors on the gang ting
I can’t fold on the bros
Officer, i don’t know nuttin’ bout gang sh#t
No cappin’ they try lock me for slappings
But i’m back on the road on my pedals
Still tryna flip these packs in
See mе, then it’s money i’m mashing
This camera see mе three times
Somehow i think this spot ain’t patterned
In my ends i’m patterned
Not just buck olders i really do make sh#t happen
Man said they are drilling
If they are drilling, they really ain’t doing it properly
How can yutes see little kids and still flip about that dotty?
Man said they ain’t lost waps
For the sake, best save that corn or aim that properly
They jump out on yutes who ain’t involved
They have points to civilian bodies
Bad b says i’m way too cocky, she still wan’ suck ‘pon cocky
Man don’t par with the puggies or snakes
But man don’t mind when i f#ck with the doggy
Rise that shank or rise that botty
Pedal bike or whip
Either way which picking boys getting done properly
If you think that the gang don’t bang
All i gotta say is check the gazette
I heard packs in the 9 are the loudest
Truesay this packstar is louder than sheggz
Then i don’t know, go straight to the dome
It’s raw, i might have to mix it with blem
My man thought he was bad
He’s down in the dirt like phlegm
Back on my pedals tryna circle the opp block again
On my life i’m speaking facts
***** close from a distance
Thought he was bad, then r1 got shanked
Can’t talk on t, he’s a target man
Man see big men talk like they’re boss in tracks
But run when they see my shank
Mumzy thinking that my lifestyle’s mad
But she ain’t seen the size of c1’s shank
n#gg#s running their mouth on the phone
I ain’t got time for the talk on snap
Remz is a hot head
You don’t wanna see him back out his black blade shank
I was in cells that day when gang went 9
And jugga put blades in backs
Liverpool, counter-attack
Man can’t speak on what’s concealed in c1’s bag
Man didn’t fly in summer and autumn
Still tryna give man a cheeky tan
When it rains, it pours
Did someone say “lowe it”
And he still got his fat self shanked
Rise it in the 5, by 4 i was back in the 6
At 5 tryna make some racks
Put some sheggz in this grinder
Bill up a mace, let me spark that spliff
I’m smoking pack
Man can’t draw me out on the ting
I’ll leave the wap at your baby mum’s yard
Man’s giving chat from cars
Ain’t hopping out whips, don’t wanna hold scars
They violate bro, done get back rapid
Opp running on the mains when hopping out cars
Bro done early turned that pack
He still pissed i never got to hop in that car
I was in ot getting my p’s up
Opps can’t tell me nuttin’ bout funds
Man made juice in o same way on the roads
I’m mashing my bread and letting of guns
Mum don’t know wagwan for son
Ain’t called in a week, she don’t know what i’m on
Feds them plotting, i know what they’re on
Tryna jump out gang like a jack-in-the-box
(free the mandem)
Free mish, free ty (free the mandem)
Free ibz, free rashy (free the mandem)
Free ll (free the mandem), free padz
Free bh (free the mandem), free the f#cking mandem
f#ck the opps (free the mandem)
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