Uh, I could tell you tales 'bout my dirty crack pot Or me and Zino schemin' on a mans crop Find it all hanging man we hit the jackpot You's a gang rapper bro you're just a mascot Music weren't paying I was getting hands on Til I was on a visit just getting bashed off like Shit, the things I do for the block And these man just love to spread rumours a lot And she's a real bitch she plays Mover a lot P's about what he raps, but they're usually not All this liquor gets spilt for my dead bros Cah round 'ere we just ice out edge notes Round 'ere we just ride out press pose Yeah I'm modern but we're mobbing like the West Coast I got the .32 on me looking retro I'll leave you underground like the Metro Sixty three grams in my Pyrex bowl I'm putting dinner on the road Al Fresco And I've been bout it from the get go RIP Pedro, old school shooter like Crespo I've done it on my pedals I've done it on my ten toes Never use majja [?] never use Benzo Weed in the tent grow, I be in a bando Still I hate the stench though Mazza where my head goes Pick with a red nose, smile stash stress loads Rings and my neck froze, always got endo Never get friendzoned I just want a Mac 11 With a extendo I said I just want a Yo, they say they want the old me back But the old me's tapped I got bruddas tryna hold me back My OG was a cokehead He never broke bread but least he let me hold his strap Got jerked for his food, can't phone me back No bossey chat cuh it is what it is G I rap what I do, I spit what I live Cuh my lice love hate like when Paddy done Nij I just answer the phone like my name's Terry Tibbs Put this 9 on spin, that's a quick twenty quid I'm chinkz drugs off the rip Got my gun in my pocket not my hip I Leave you on a drip suttin' silly on a drip And I always go equipped, tryna make him go a kip In this ding dong Volvo, moving like CID's Gotta double check the insho I gotta ask Mid don't know where you got your info Them man are our kids Friends and money can't mix in the long run I've been drinking and I'm on one With the wrong one I said you [?] with the wrong one P.O.T.T when it comes to OT I'm OTT So am I just a bad boy really Cuh I don't want no funny boys near me She call me Frankie baby Francis O'Leary Remember that night when it could've gone nearly Yeah you're alright but your raps it's all theory Me it's from the heart you know I mean it sincerely Like free Muni, free Siri I swear I felt my heart break, like Me and Laddy in the white Range, like Me and Bush on the live stage, like Me and Flex that was school days Pound up in the hallways Neighbours always used to call jakes Trapped up in my North Face, shit Came for a sixteenth but he bought four eighths