This Is It

Lyrics

-Truthos- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah This is it, this is it, this is it This is it, this is it, this is it This is it, this is it, this is it This is it man's gone dark in the club Indulgence never really been a friend to the good I got a lotta problems that need de-foggin' Deep in the mist the Hood stays Robin Bloodstained cobbles, thug faced folley Ruptured bodies full of goof grade collie Must make money just to run weight fully Cos the cats round 'ere don't run they scurry Gully glamorous, hood chic Polyamorous with a ghetto mystique We love fast cos the hate comes quick Move like rats on a wayward ship Us faceless kids still breakin' ribs for the sake of chips Stay based in the bits Shadows of kings But the hoods like gallows in swing You know its coming bruvva -Black Josh- This is it boi, this is it, this is it This is it boi, this is it, this is it This is it boi, this is it, this is it I'm out the world like the Deathstar Still shinin' when it's lights out Don't think that I can't get dark like the reaper with the scythe out I'm DVLGANG, I'm BLAH, Mikavelli, got it tatted on it I was touring for a month and now I'm goin' back to shottin' Livin' nasty like I'm a criminal gangsta goblin On the cream like Baskin Robins Keep a stack up in my pocket Leg em down they askin' for it Light em up just like the chronic My trap house just like a florist So high I can see who god is Lookin' down on a coke mirror I'm out here makin' bread but gettin' no dinner Rollin spliffs taking draws like no winner I ain't taking L's and I hope that you don't kidda But if you smokin' L's I might roll with ya Smoke a bone with ya And if you're going on a trip I might stroll with ya My team going coast to coast with the sound so you better get to know nigga This is it boi, this is it, this is it This is it boi, this is it, this is it This is it boi, this is it, this is it -Yussuf Maleem- This is it 'nough clowns in the gutter Shadows where the roaches wouldn't scutter Land o' shoulda, woulda, coulda Cos they tried to keep us under We are the lightning and the thunder Taking pieces like a vulture Chase em off like a wolf Said they do it for the culture Shit we do it for the cult And to keep our bellies full like inns in the Bible Mug a student and we call it survival Start a movement they try follow the revival But can't bring the cameras in the hood cos the insurance ain't liable Nah And it's the end of the line Went too deep Better stay woke cos the crooks don't sleep Keep your phone in your jeans cos crooks here broke Lost sheep don't make it home to little bo peep no no