Time Will Tell

Lyrics

[Intro] M1OnTheBeat [Verse] Five in the spinner, just left Gate Going Tollgate or Freemay' Man can't go Sahara for a steak Man got domed like a wake and bake That's some shit you can't escape On my life you can't cross these gates Man try run and still got slapped in the side of the face, what is that fate? Us man are showerman and we're gorillas, might as well call us bathing apes Only one mandem side that I rate, but he tried hide When man was on a ride, so I lost all respect for his name No more bells, so he couldn't get blazed If I had no more bells, swear on my life I would have gun-bucked mans face Jump out gang in my personal whip, oh shit, did the cameras clock my plate? Nobody seen you in Beckton, let alone Blackwater or Woodgrange Oi, I swear it was you that begged? I swear it was you that you won't do that again? Twins popped out of the blue, but didn't tell you that C1 jacked both of them Come get man down for Grinner 'Cah its been like thirty weeks, still no one ain't see that spinner You ain't come Gaza or Chadd Green, something told you don't like Bryson Tiller Northside of Newham run shit round here Anything 6, 16 get lit up But you already know it gets lit Nobody dropped their crisps Plus CBs always post, so you would've got dipped You man ain't taking risks, actually you're taking risks The only risk that you're taking is shooting and chasing innocent kids How can you live with that shit? Some sickening shit, ridiculous shit Young boys had man running on the wing, got man doing up laps You ran from the guy that slapped your bredrin That's why AB punched up Trapz When you got caught, you said sorry Man lost respect and shit, I bet you regret that shit You was on a ward, your uncle looked all depressed and shit Looking at their mates like "Who's gonna get taken next?" and shit Man gets splashed in a shop, bossmans using his mop, jailhouse ting mans swinging a sock And they tried and said they got a MAC, but they come round with the dots Hashtag wheres your MAC, it didn't go ride when pop, if he heard you been on ropes Now all of a sudden you man are on volts, oi look You sell good stories, go write a book Summer '17 was ours, summer '18 be ready If man hold that mash, mans legs start moving heavy If man got jeans on it could be around my belt Us round don't need no help, I cut that dot down myself Dot-dots, and handtings hit man up clean Waps overpowering man, they can't handle machines Sending out white, in the meantime man's smashing out B If man gets round your block with the mashy mandachine Bulldogs straps with Rhino teeth Nobody feel safe in the Gaza, even when they come round five cars deep Zombie will watch that convoy Tell me why it looks like seperate Veets? Feds won't let a man breath And they made errors, let along see We're the most hated, go and ask Wiz Turn up Newham 700 degrees, the wap ain't handle don't see Man just filed that mash right down and bang it off in the sticks Now I'm tryna get man down, so I might just bang that off in the 6 If the job's incomplete, take it to the 16th All these 6 man do is just hide So I might ghost like one of these neeks Actually its angering me All you hear is bang, bang, bang, bang its mash and repeat Yes man hop out of moving whips It's all erratic when we shoot them sticks, free Scramz He was on a skengman ting, he got 20 and ting, he really tried to remove mans wig Don't watch the moods mans in, don't watch the mood mans in My car got towed, it was ments, and that was the maddest night And I didn't even want that back but I got it 'cause it had a wap inside I get a drop on them man at 8:45 then suttin's getting slapped at 9 Fifteen minutes is all it takes, you don't wanna turn pack, my guy [Outro] Freeze