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You ain't haffi see your boys mum cry
You ain't seen a judge take 20 of your dons life
You ain't have to stab a man and have his blood burst back
Riding was the easy bit, trapping had to learn that
Got me that Cartier, Moncler with the fur back
Stains had me selling jewellers Cartis with a burst strap
Chicks call me dirtbag but I don't mean to hurt em
I'm just on my funds now this beef tings run down
Cah every time I come round, all they did was run round
Then hop up on the YouTube, giving feds blue clues
Like 'yeah he came with his burner, and I swear he was involved in that murder', and
How he got them tekks blazing, and shot at mans yard by the fed station
Fam it goes down on a regular, one time telling ya, can't get back what I'm selling ya
I don't know about dem man but me I get paid daily and buss guns baitly on the Main Street I ain't gonna lie bro
When I bang I be banging till his eyes close slide out like a slide show pussy I know
You ain't really bout nuttin, me, I'm about cousin
I be in the dance with my dark shades
And hand tings like an arcade, you likkle affray
My tings certi, gyall know we make dough and we burst heat
So when we come thru gyall are 6:30
And I know that they heard we, CH bang bang from early
I'm a little, piece of shit I like beating sticks and robberies I ain't living how I planned
But I'm still up on the curbs with the buddiest herbs trynna get it out as quickly as I can
And believe I'm open to shootouts imma burst first I ain't gonna hope on you and I'm ocean blue
Crystal clear if I ain't got it Swipes got the pistol there no miss God prayer
Threat to the scene
Last of the real ones left you can feel mans spesh if you doubt man
Whips spin around like an album
I'm still eating with my family
Nan let dan free back up on this bullshit this rap shit is Ben Drew, shit I mean it's plan b
Had to get my head set
Now I get it hands free
Potter still tan a white girl like Zante
Dad's Algerian, grew up in a shanty
I was on the block side running in backstreet
Jailhouse canteen
Posted on the estate, anti
Never let my nan sleep
Dons mum said I was a bad breed
Used to rob with frankie
Bitches used to diss now I'm a bit of what they fancy
One... have a jezzy screaming like banshee
Mummy made my dad leave
Money made my man scheme trap don't stop don't sleep I don't have dreams
Had to buck Francine
Hit her with a picture of the bobby and it ran clean
Bro that fat Essex boy potter I am that rene
Fuck fat Joe I'm fat P I'll make your back lean
I ain't got a gang I've got a trap team
Trapping out of 5 spots I ain't on crime watch you can bet your life that the line pops
Holla at my darg 6-0 get the white wash
Dem boy violate
Ride round there with the lights off
And I ain't gotta say no more it's a write off
I ain't got say no more
Cause they wanna know what I'm on who I robbed what I done
Me I'm on your iPhone your iPad your I pod
Fam I talk mula, money in my dialogue
Fam I talk mula, money in my dialogue
But there ain't no moet or rose in here
No Papi chulo no Jose in here
Cause I ain't got friends I've got co conspirators
Some coke distributors
Getting dough ridiculous
Living life frivolous
Still pushing peng snow
Faded of the endo
Potter ain't a baller baby I've been trynna get dough
Line bang tekno
Kill the strip death row
I be in the trap with cheese
Fresh white bag of b
Flying round tried to leave
Need to hit Dagenham East
2 shots waiting
Training day training
Rate em like Kray twin
Dem man was Raving
I was in the dope spot
Bag of fiends craving
I said I was in the dope spot
Bag of fiends craving
Day in brand Nath in
Everything you flip flop
Me I make my strip pop
Dodgy like bricktock
Icy on my wrist watch
Why you think your bitch dropped
Got you looking pissed off
Got you looking pissed off
I fuck with real shit only
Potter still keep a white girl like Brodie
Get it off Mosey
Still miss Smokey
My side BK nuttin ain't rosey
Broad day all up in food like yogli
They say I'm a paigon see me don't approach me
Only one running me down that's my only
I said only one running me down that's my only
I was in the jail house
Banking up 12 o's
Now I'm in the trap house slanging up 12 o's
So much kitties could've put them on 12 phones
Potter stay stuck up on the strip like Velcro
And I don't need a hook I ain't fist fighting
Donny ain't a paigon I just dislike him
In the trap spot spliff lighting buj lining
OT's amazing and the hoods firing
The last night I had a good night in
Potter ain't trynna blow but they should sign him
Donny act Makaveli I'll suge knight him
And I ain't knocking on your trap I just push right in
And I ain't knocking on your trap I push right in
