[Verse 1]
Yo, step on the block, it's peak,
Man got goals, no time for sleep.
Out in the cold where the nights ain't sweet,
Gotta keep it tucked 'cause talk ain't cheap.
Bro got the metal, no cutlery,
Opps get fried like a butchery.
Move in stealth, can't fumble the bag,
One wrong step, man, your life gets snagged.
Run this game like Premier League,
Still in the field, no referee.
Dem man talk but it's all just tweets,
Catch man live, then they're switching speeds.
Gotta stay low, can't trust these streets,
Hoods up high, yeah, the block don't sleep.
Grinding hard, that's daily fees,
Stack them notes, no ABCs.
[Chorus]
Bally on tight, mask up for the glide,
Rolling through the bits where the real ones ride.
Hear no talk, we don’t take that slide,
If man’s got beef, then it’s cooking tonight.
Drills in the dark, make the opps see light,
Raised in the trench, gotta fight for your life.
Hustle all day, got my mind on the prize,
Man don’t fold, keep the pressure applied.
[Verse 2]
Late-night lurk, that’s a silent creep,
Man move quiet, the shadows speak.
Got my Gs, that’s family ties,
Violate one, then it’s live or die.
Whip that ride, it’s a tinted whip,
Back roads move, gotta take that risk.
Phone stays pinging, the line don’t stop,
Trapline jump like a pogo drop.
Out on the curb where the rules ain’t fair,
Opps get touched, man, the mandem swear.
Bare fake love, but I see that clear,
Snakes in the grass, keep the circle rare.
Money on my mind, I don’t need no fame,
Tryna make pounds, not play no games.
UK streets got ice in the veins,
Life ain't sweet, we adapt to the pain.
[Chorus]
Bally on tight, mask up for the glide,
Rolling through the bits where the real ones ride.
Hear no talk, we don’t take that slide,
If man’s got beef, then it’s cooking tonight.
Drills in the dark, make the opps see light,
Raised in the trench, gotta fight for your life.
Hustle all day, got my mind on the prize,
Man don’t fold, keep the pressure applied.
[Outro]
From the blocks to the flats, man’s stuck in the grind,
Still gotta make it, it’s all in the mind.
One wrong move, then you’re falling behind,
Gotta stay sharp like a blade in the night.
UK drill, that’s life on the edge,
Man take risks just to stack that bread.
Pray for the ones who ain’t made it ahead,
This is the life, we’re the real ones left.
