The Intro

Lyrics

[Intro: Mental K] In all my years of conquest, violence, slaughter It was never personal, but I'll tell you now What I'm about to do— (SRB Separation confirmed) Ayy, 134 (Coming up on, uh, staging the burn-out of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds) (Production) Very, very much [Verse 1: Mental K, LD, Youngs Teflon & Dimzy] OT, Old Trafford, givin' out food like Rashford Lambo' truck same colour as mustard, got the gyal 'em flustered I got away, but got busted, now he's servin' cake and custard I done over a thousand nights of pain, not one of my friends got trusted Still an enforcer, still givin' orders, gettin' man shot like a quarter Babes, I'm a driller, same time baller Hop out the Lambo' truck or Corsa (Corsa) And I still do road, it was me that had your block hot like a sauna You heard 134, that's torture, skeng cost more than a Corsa I'm with Dim, LD and K If you ever see man in a truck, no, we ain't gettin' nicked for no T-E-A We were just playin' GTA, now we got the glee and the GLA Seven-six-twos and a GLC (Rrr), now I need some herbal tea It was us that rang off the MAC in big broad cuts in '013 We're in twenty-two with seven-six-twos, but I'm still tryna do it with this '016 We can turn somewhere into Halloween We can turn somewhere into Halloween [Interlude] You could not live with your own failure Where did that bring you? Back to me [Verse 2: Youngs Teflon, SJ, Monkey & Mischief] Real gunners, no Emirates Rise that coin then we send it Make money fast the same way we spend it Busy in all aspects, that's my lot Eager to prosper, eager to fire off Don't take chat, better fix that dialogue Different timin', don't get tied up Badman and police can't be friend, fire for them still tryna confine us Catfish gang's next to get fired up, but day in the life for me and my lot Pushin' P's, yeah, palettes I'm on the road tryna get more dough I'm bein' crystal clear like Palace We cause the Lambeth maps some tension, it comes like all of the Hill's got rabbit Kway back trappin' weren't a habit, we was outside tryna make it happen Waps galore, let's take a tour, some mental shit that you couldn't fathom I might call up the Y's, now he step 'round there with rum and dragon You can't rock if you ain't on go On the way to do up my man, don't smoke weed, who wants to roll? Tryna creep up, get up close, GID and get back home Step with the pack like a doormat, coca' swimmin' on the kitchen stove