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(Intro)

Yo...

Midlands drill, this ain"t no fucking cap

Big waps, big racks, leave man flat

Talk online? Get your face on a pack

Rude boy ting, we ain"t into no chat

(Verse 1)

Came up broke, had to rob for my supper

Mum cried tears, but the trap made butter

Late nights schemin’, two shanks in the gutter

Bro got nicked, now his cell got a buzzer

Big wap, no kickback, leave a boy stiff

Try slide on me? That’s a big risk

Bare man talk, but they ain’t on piss

Had to chop my man, now his name on the list

Grew up in the flats, no gas, no light

Had to flip these packs, had to get shit right

Now it’s German whips when I take that flight

But my young G’s still in the bando tight

(Chorus)

Fuck them man, they ain’t real like us

Bare online talk, but they still get touched

Try test my block, get your whole face buss

If it ain"t about money, then we ain"t got much

(Verse 2)

Ching man"s chest, make his lungs do laps

Bro said “chill,” but I can"t relax

If I see them pricks, then it’s straight-up jabs

Or it’s one-two corn, make his backseat crash

I was 16 with a blade in my coat

I was 17 when I ran in that home

I was 18 when I first gripped chrome

Now I’m grown, and I still break bones

Real-life drillers, no TikTok dons

Man get got, then the whole block’s on

Feds on my case, but I play that calm

If they kick that door, then I’m gone like a bomb

(Chorus)

Fuck them man, they ain’t real like us

Bare online talk, but they still get touched

Try test my block, get your whole face buss

If it ain"t about money, then we ain"t got much

(Outro)

Yeah... Midlands madness

Shottas and drillers, my block full of bandits

Talk on my name, better hope you can manage

"Cause we turn opps into lost and vanished