Intro (COD3)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Catch me drinkin' straight rum by the grave 'Cause I done lost more friends than you made Went funerals with a .40 and a spade That's why I'm thinking bout the fallen every time I'm on the stage, uh R.I.P Nip, I'm forever blue My girl thinks I'm playin' out, if she ever knew Had some foul ways, now I'm a better dude All the love she shown me up 'til now ain't replaceable All I knew was that Victoria line Now we in the S, four pipes from behind Yardiе shoob-een had the inf' on the beam 2020 all about thе syncs and the streams Row, row, row your boat, thirty was the quote Send a bird in a rubber duck, you know its gonna float Hi-Top, OG's, yeah, the beef and broccoli We went to war on a Sunday, that's beef in Brockley Took a walk to Brockwell Park, we had to test the bruckies I share my last pound with Luger, give my best for Mucky Kept that little .22 in a Nike sock Play COD but we have black brown and white opps Sat with the wise man, he gave me true teachings Been there and done it, got the badge like it's blue Peter See this purple label Ralph, there ain't no blue tags Only real hitters in my camp, this the Gulag Hangin' pictures in my cell while my tune slaps Had to use toothpaste, I ain't have no Blu Tack Everybody lyin' on the radio, where they do that? Pack it in or sit it on your head 'cah the truth's back If I don't see it in my view, then it's inferior I need a new pit to lock the bulldogs and terriers I was a pauper then a prince, now I'm a emperor And tell the feds that I sip champagne regular I'm the esoteric, nothin' heavier The sell trill old school just like the Ferrier And we don't even celebrate that shit But we had two Tecs 'round December, more the merrier Tell the truth, niggas got me when I lacked But I'd rather get stabbed in my face than in my back Playin' zombies, chasin' pagans through the flats I just need some new shoelaces for the Mac Parked up the Tesla, sit it on the charger Tyin' up my locks, long time I seen a barber Long time you seen a martyr Close range marrow in the sky, this the Carter [Verse 2] (Breathe) Before Nike Airs, it was Reeboks Before Ascots, I had rollers (Uh) On the back blocks with the demons When they masked up, it ain't 'Rona Before the Benz, had a GTI But before the Golf, had a four-door (Vroom) Out late tryna steam off 'cause the hellfire we all go Had 25's in 22's and three 2's in that wardrobe Knew that I was sellin' poison but I ain't really care 'cause I was poor though (Uh, uh) Jumped off the porch early 'cause them street lights were like porno (Yeah) Jumped out in my J 7's, this wine glass full off Bordeaux I'm Conway, I'ma con this, I'ma con that, I'm a crook, yes (Check) Gordan Ramsey's in kitchens, my little ninjas doin' jook-fest (Ching) Came out in a Kangol tryna crock suttin' like Dundee Cooked crack in a crock pot, got a half-deuce in my undies (We get it) This Call Of Duty, if the time's right and the price right, you can call me (Hello?) Pop suttin' like a bottle cork, it was fryin' outside porkies Stick suttin' with the pointy end like Ayra if you annoy me (Now what you say, Youngs?) Said stick suttin' with the pointy end like Ayra if you annoy me (Chu)