(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
