Would you fucking talk to me like I'm some kind of man? Aye, don't fucking talk to me like that Yo, my hood's rough cus, I'm not bragging Mum's lose the kids like Dungeons and Dragons But niggas doing bits for shootings and stabbings And kids shooting kids with lugers and magnums I was last g, but you ain't gonna ask me Them E8 and E9 youngers, because they're barmy Roll through mopeds, looking like an army Don't wanna get jerked Don't roll through the park please My hood's dangerous Because most man will take shit You be dodging shots like you was stuck up in the matrix, pussy And if you try and hide with the main stick She might hold a shot from the fifth and get wasted My hood's crazy But it made me And left a life in a [?] Getting shot in the street like a dog, it's a maybe But, shit happens, it's just part of the game And it's art to my game I mastered the game Quick fast, spit hard, work hard for my name What you saying? I just warmed up I ain't started playing It's nothing, I do this shit in the dark and the rain It's 05 now, I tell you Margs' on the come up I yack in the winter, yack in the summer STC, snake to cake, it's getting gutter Don't wanna get crossed, cus You better me my brother I'm back out here Trying to move [?], because I'm able I'm tired of being dead, and my yard is a cable I'm nothing like Fred, I'm bringing something to the table Blud, I'm out here, putting mash out on the map And I bang girls and now I'm rapping, I can get more It's tatted on my skin, so don't ask me who I rep for It's set for, paper, mac, thread of black Chicken stuff, I tell [?] it's a pot I'm on my PS2, banging out, fit the profile Say to my self, [?] I'm holding back no more days of the [?] So what? If you've got the cash, I'll do a [?] War's not for different ends War's not for setting trends Keep a clash circle, never with no different friends You niggas can't see [?], we're like a different ends I'm trying to cop a CLS, I need a different Benz Once the [?] texts, you know what's next The shells burn right through your chest I got a mash, I'll make you meet your death Hollow tip, extra clips, shells burn right through your neck I'm like Destiny's Child, make you lose your breath What? Who wants next? I'm out here, if I reaching my mouth Lick him out on the strip, then I'm back in the house For more B shots Why slew? Because you know I'm licking one of v shots When I slew, it's more time I'm working like my VBox Unlike you, I work my way up from nicking weed shops But I ain't changed much, cus I still yack a weed spot Woo, fucking hot Fucking hell Sick This [?] as well I want this on there I'm fucking the best