(Verse 1) Woi! These man are only gassed 'cause I'm getting P's now, From the block, I stack the bands, now they're showing grief now. Used to call me a neek, now they wanna link up on the low, They see the cheddar in the bag, but they don't wanna dun know. They're salty 'cause the whip's got tints, looking peng and that, Still rolling with the rammy tucked inside my garm, you get the chat. Man was snitching on the man-dem, that's why their whole ting is suss, Talking about they were plugged in, now they're riding on the bus. They see the bussdown lookin' icy on the wrist, Now they're giving man the side-eye, moving proper shiesty. These opps are moving jelly, that's a wasteman move, skrr, Tryna catch a man slippin', ain't got nothing to prove, trust. We step correct, always chef a joker who's chatting a lot, I got my paper up, now they just wanna snatch what I got. They stay vexed 'cause the gains they want, I already hid it.
(Hook / Chorus) Madness is this jealousy, it turns their hearts to stone, They see the come-up, the ting, now they feel alone. They want the gains, but they didn't put the graft in, So they stay on the pavement, just lurking, never surging. I see the envy in their eyes, that's a dead man's signal, This life ain't nothing but smoke, when the pressure gets critical. I move silent, I move stealthy, watch 'em all get frenzied, 'Cause when you break the cycle, the whole ends get jelly.
(Verse 2) Man are ten-to-one, so I keep the shank on my person, This beef won't stop, the whole situation keeps worsening. They heard about the moves, the way I flipped the weight and the bands, Now they're wishing man the worst, sealed their own fate with their hands. They talk bare noise on the net, they're only keypad drillers, Run up on them in the flick, turn 'em into cold killers. Their cheddar's on a drought, yeah, their pockets are dry, wagwan? While I'm counting big amounts at the yard, chilling on a high. You gotta stay grimy when the snakes are preying, Watch your back, 'cause the envy got these fools betraying. They want the life, the steez, the ice around the chain, But they ain't got the guts to stand outside in the rain. They're drip-fed rumors, never seen the real hustle, Stay hungry, stay humble, avoid the inner-city tussle. So keep your distance, watch me prosper from the sidelines, You only see the wins, never the grind of the guidelines.
(Verse 3) They think the glory's free, but they don't see the cost, Paranoia's got me spinning, three times when the ends are crossed. Every move is calculated, every step is bait, I'm trapped inside this kingdom built on pure hate. Can't trust a soul, not even the breddas I came with, This ain't success, it's a cold war that I have to live with. They try to kweff my reputation, try to catch me lackin', But my focus is the come-up, the only thing I'm tracking.
(Outro) Yeah, they still watching. Jelly in the ends, that’s just the code. Still rolling. Still stacked. Dead man's signal. Woi!
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