Lyrics

We was like England under-21's, coming off the benches My niggas mostly savage came up bussin' out the trenches Live fast and die young, we don't hustle for a pension I put it in my rhymes, it feel something like redemption Who was putting youngers on? When our re-up wasn't strong? Niggas said they cosign, couldn't see them by the morn' Caught that lick and we was gone, set up shop by the morning Niggas try to send me shots, they was probably informants Prof I split it with my fam, hid some thingies in the van Couple niggas dropped out, but we still sticking to the plan I started picking up the mic, cos that shit just get me hype You ask me can I kick it? Fam I kick it like my Nikes My brodee whipping up the best: He cut it like a chef He mix it like a DJ, chop and block it like a ref My brudda Mucky love a spinner Swear we coulda called him Spesh Take it apart, put it back together, 60 secs I rap for my dead homies - they dropped out kinda young Before all the politics, this life was kinda fun I mean we had a few shootouts, the squad got kinda weak and Still trapping next door, and we party on the weekend Rappers featuring with everyone, but I ain't with the force See I ain't with the sucker shit, and I don't get awards Cos I ain't with the phonies, and I ain't with the frauds I be with the drillers, in the trucks, yeah the Fords I wrote this one in Dam square, when I was puffing on a cone Cos Jimmy's still a bad boy, I puff it like I'm Combs Remember when I never had teeth on my chrome Now I got teeth like a dinosaur, got teeth like a comb Who was putting in a shift? Really putting up the risk? Every week is Good Friday, when you water whip the fish They take the Walther/water [?] off your wrist Submarine or submachine They either O's or with the team, I don't know no in-between