Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Pak-Man] Just left Hatton and froze Came a long way from the kitchen, smelling crack on my clothes Whole packs on the road, couple racks on my coat No cats on the phone, hit the mash all alone Think I need a faster whip, think I need a larger whip Think I need a swimming pool, I need a bigger garden, shit Pakis and my Malis lit Coming from the trenches where they'll kill you for half a brick You know how hard it is? Just to make ends meet, just to pay rent, sleep All of my friends eat in Mayfair, ten deep Took your girl uptown, didn't disappoint her Expensive restaurants, bright diamonds, big pointers Roof off, got a thing for the Benz drops OT, I like to cool off cause the ends hot Cut from a next cloth, everyone around me real I don't owe nobody shit, brudda fuck how you feel [Hook - Pak-Man] Crack and Bobby, MACs and shottys Blow him out, Biscotti, paranoid, cameras on me Rappers soggy, they're capping probably Tryna catch a flight, my hitter tryna catch a body Crack and Bobby, MACs and shottys Blow him out, Biscotti, paranoid, cameras on me Rappers soggy, they're capping probably Tryna catch a flight, my hitter tryna catch a body [Verse 2 - Shaker] I've got post-traumatic stress but I don't post traumatic stress I've been doing road more, rapping less I've been spending dough more, stacking less Truth is I need loads more happiness Truth is I need dough more, chatting less Heard they wanna go for a Shak and jet It's a cold war, grab your vest Shaker from the blocks G Pak from the Southside and Meggy from the Lochs G Really getting guap see, these dickheads wanna bun me But I could never worry bout you tramps You're still living off your mumzy's How you gonna shoot me if you can't afford a gun G? How you gonna get me if I've always got it on me? On the field, not the bench, I ain't worried And if I kill a man in self-defence I ain't sorry [Hook - Pak-Man] Crack and Bobby, MACs and shottys Blow him out, Biscotti, paranoid, cameras on me Rappers soggy, they're capping probably Tryna catch a flight, my hitter tryna catch a body Crack and Bobby, MACs and shottys Blow him out, Biscotti, paranoid, cameras on me Rappers soggy, they're capping probably Tryna catch a flight, my hitter tryna catch a body [Verse 3 - Megz] It's Meggy from the Lochs, captain of the Pyrex My heart's still the same but my phone's done mileage When I take the piss I pay a nigga all in fivers I do it for my warriors and my niggas that are lifers It's cool to be a Mali, I swear I set the trend I always cracked a smile when the fiend came again I'm seeing all these changes, getting used to faces It's useless cause niggas with a name become nameless The key was attention They're struggling with feeling, never mention Struggling until we learn perfection The money that I'm stacking, the irons that we purchase Accumulate tomorrow, more evil, is it worth it? My hands are dirty but my shoes are clean Wallahi my whole life's like a movie scene My mother crying cause she's feeling like she's losing me In times like this I wish there was two of me [Hook - Pak-Man] Crack and Bobby, MACs and shottys Blow him out, Biscotti, paranoid, cameras on me Rappers soggy, they're capping probably Tryna catch a flight, my hitter tryna catch a body Crack and Bobby, MACs and shottys Blow him out, Biscotti, paranoid, cameras on me Rappers soggy, they're capping probably Tryna catch a flight, my hitter tryna catch a body