Be humble
observe
Take the smart way
Got cards got work
Now we in a car chase
Wuwuwu Fed car make My heart race
Touch that Clutch switch that gear
Car have a hard day,
Redline
you should hear the noise the car make
Head in my hood
Living in hell from the jump
Life showed me the worse side
From being young
Na i dint get to grow up
Teenager I was doing stuff
A normal teenager wunt of done
All this pain ill turn it to love
Before I ever turn to drugs
Really from the mud
You can't take me for a mug
Weapons and trucks
Bank boy
I ain't selling no drugs
Come home nanny in bed
Back out before she woke up
I was on that block
Till the works done
I really lost my self to them Roads huh
On point round here
Crackheads, Jack boys
Tryna hurt us
So I ain't taking no chances
If I get bad vibes from you
You can get your face cut
I got snaked by some good mates
It dint hurt much
It just forced me to wake up
I know a few guys
Who don't have that drive,
And it's a shame bruv
Plug forgein I need to learn Dutch
On the J O B
You can get your lane took
I been kidnapped
Not far from that dirt bruv
Word up
Nearly Injected me with work bruv
Couldve of made me OD
Or even worse cuz
Them bitches bugging
Put me in the friendzone
Now we jugging
They want picking up in the benzo
Plug really plugging
From a encro
He can ring you you can't ring him
That's Pablo, lorenzo
Still im in the trap supping yach
For my dead bros
Gotta give thanks to my ends tho
You ever put graft in to a dead phone
Trapping 24s come home dead broke
Na that can really make ya head go
And if you ever went broke
You gotta ask your self
When them friends go
Ram raids
Skidding up and down headrow
I just need to get notes
Roaming down a dead road
Brick in the back blue lights
How them fedz know
Sell a broke guy a dream
That's how you can get dead bro
Watch it fly out
Same time ya bread go
No ride for a sec
Gotta do 10 toe
B o b
And young yeng
Ot ot
Trapping out your mums ken
My boys nasty
He upstairs fucking ya mums friend
Upstairs fucking in ya mums bed
Now we whipping crack In ya mums pot
Cut up a 4 and half
Bust it up into shots
Cook it up till it turn to rock
We need more heat
Ayo turn it up a notch
Let it cook
Watch it float to the top
A few hoodrats
Wanna roll to the spot
Gym bag full of balloons and ciroc
Hella bitches twerking
But I ain't moving to a thot
Give my boy the 401
And tell him do what ya want
Swing him 2 viagras
pop these
you'll run through the lot
I just wanna hack them
And move what they got
While your blowing her back out
I'm in the next room blowing her bank out
Got my holder as a payee
Transfers till it maxs out
Make ya bank spazz make it black out
You know one of them
put ya card in a atm
It ain't coming back out
Mummy said I was angel growing up
Now you a bad child
Shed tell me Watch who you hang round
I see you on the corner ganged out
