Next Up - S3-E6

Lyrics

Part I [Intro] Saint made this one [Verse 1] This the heartless flow Life gave me scars and slows Now I'm here with my dawgs on go Man the past been slow I been tryna graft and cope with the pain So I spark that smoke When it's dark and cold Pray to Allah that my dawgs get home 'Cah when the block gets hot it's a hardened zone Came in the car with my charge let's go Gon' glide, get a time, give out Karma bro Karma bro Valiant up in the talion I go Stop panickin' he did a mannequin, why choke? Battlin' my bro Packin' it by court I ain't turnin' in nothin' if he ain't dun' out Livin' life repackin' it for the drama And these packages vanishin' on the corner And he ain't badder than gang man he a talker Been the last ones [Verse 2] Drip- drip- drip too hard don't stand too close Spit game hard got spastic flows You was in the seminar tryna catch some quotes Til' I had a seminar of elastic notes Never need a credit card man I trap and go In the dungeons dem with the demons And it ain't my calibre if it's wrap or rope In the pad with the wap just beat it bro Guys done laps for the scheme and the team Can't believe didn't meet finna keep it a G Deep in the streets feel a fiend so they lean If the green or the beat tryna even the peace Sleepin' on my now they leanin' on me Don't believe in a ting til' we deep in the scene Ting is elite, couple Zs on my feet Need to bin off a neek tell 'em keep the receipts Who told you I weren't charged up? Next year I'm doin' up [?] You was in barbers tryna get a next trim Me and my fresh trim came out the garden Netflix doin' up Stardog cookie, gelato I get it from Carla yo Peng ting lookin' all classy With the Bacardi up in the car seat, go Fencin' if you are not army Me and my charty do and your dawgy goes They lyin' say wAllahi bro And they wonder why we keep the army close (Close, close, close, close, close, close, close) [Hook] Ain't no feelings when they meetin' hun I ain't finished til' the beat is done Where we livin' ain't no scene for punks All my villains on a mission tryna see some luck In a city full of greed and lust Can't agree with much We scheme enough And my guys don't speak too much 'Cah there's sixteen [?] and fuck Til' I'm all up in the speaker drums Part II [Verse 3] So- so much pain I don't see no peace So much chains [?] and greed I hold my heart where I seen it bleed From road to RIPs and frees Coldest heart I've been a chief Think now's the time he's seen the team A thousand times I've seen the dream A thousand times I meet the T, oh Lord I can tell a mans stacked though Round here bandos and trap phones I'm out on [?] cashflow No [?] pack bro I paint the picture like Pablo Can't you see the frame? I ain't talkin' four walls and [?] calls Them Boreham courtrooms are tragic A day in the life of havoc Spartan summertime sword and sandals, no Tea and cake, won't beat his case So runnin' up [?] zone Kelly miss my candle smoke In the booth tryna spit til' the gang won't blow [?] family bro Stampin' him in if he tampers bruv (Bruv, bruv, bruv, bruv, bruv, bruv, bruv)