Lyrics

[Verse] I remember sitting in them court cells That shit made me sick like that pork smell The only thing that makes a street nigga nervous Is when the jury reads out the verdict Allahu Akbar scream it loud and proud I left them court cells with a smile I lost niggas, shot niggas, that's just how it goes Never trust them hoes nigga never break the code They've got me under obbo still paranoid I'm in that 350 diesel with a bag of toys Nigga I ain't changed I'm the same me The same nina, riding with the same team I love my brudda T, I look up to that nigga And my nigga Saxo, talking bricks on bricks my nigga Step in the scene like we made it bitch Got the new pair of Loubs for my latest chick It's mayday if the M sprays Man will do the moonwalk like MJ Pussy niggas talking beef, I never see them Course these jakes wanna take away my freedom My burner in my palm tryna kill an opp I'm Roger Federer serving shots A bag of straps in them council flats Make a nigga Die Hard like Samuel Jacks' Counting up this skrilla listening to Scrilla OT chopping up some OZ's Any nigga violate he can go sleep I shot a nigga dead on a Sunday Then I shot the next nigga on a Monday My gun game vicious, ain't no competition Like this is a fucked up world we live in I'm the guy that robs the plug for all them boxes And flooded my whole hood with them boxes I'm with my Arab brothers talking loosely In the mosque in Dubai wearing a kufi I'm bad boy Snap bitch who's he? I'm in the trap like a booby It's only business, nothing personal First of all if it's beef I don't speak, triggers squeeze All over the beef, burger sauce You're dealing with some South London gang bosses Someone gon' pay the price, I don't do losses Free my bitches, free my niggas eating porridge All my niggas balling now, Daniel Sturridge I'm Blade in the trap, got Bags and Boxes These times grab the MAC and the choppers