| Take the left right there, press the brake with your right foot, |
| I see an opp and he's walkin' to Costa |
| Rise up the burner, lost composure |
| Hopped out, me and my soldier |
| The baby's spittin', it turned to a choker |
| It's calm cah I still got the largest poker |
| Donny is runnin', he's quick, I'm quicker |
| Adrenaline kicks and I'm off like a motor |
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| The shit that I've done, a man see in a dream |
| They rap 'bout G17's with a laser beam and their CV's spankin' clean |
| Pussy, what the fuck do you mean? |
| I let off my lightnin', go ask McQueen |
| Two times, Boogie, Bando ran down Shareem |
| Three times, couple bronem chinged up a neek |
| Four times, Lil Slim got locked by police |
| Fifth time and end up in jail, no release |
| Now I tour on a sweatbox |
| I got my singles, these are not dreadlocks |
| I had the Feltham guv's in a headlock |
| I had Miss Palmer makin' my bed rock |
| Rather Miss A cah she done give the best slop |
| I got my flick shank clipped to my boxers |
| One wrong move and we spin like a **** |
| Headshot, neck shot, might get a leg too |
| Go on then run but that won't be your best move |
| Test who? Test me? Watch when I test you |
| I got the fuck off force in the restroom |
| I had this fuck off four in her bedroom |
| I had this fuck off sword, no legroom |
| All of the drills that I done was amazin' |
| Why you think **** puts me in his dead tune? |
| I don't need ten man to go step over there |
| Me and bro, two step over there |
| One hand in the air just gave him a shave |
| Now he looks like the new fresh prince of Bel-Air |
| Did him up with flair |
| It ain't fair |
| Why you think that we always point up in the air? |
| Is my man there? Or there? |
| Fuck it, he still doesn't get his career |
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| Tell a rat that action's louder than vocals |
| Gotta watch what I'm puttin' on socials |
| Post that drill then I'm makin' it global |
| We made an opp block look like Chernobyl |
| Tell that opps that I got a proposal |
| Add up your losses and tell me the total |
| None of us dead yet, they was disposal |
| He got shot, left slugs in his headrest, exit wound look like an oval |
| Done that drill, took a trip to the coastal |
| Out in the wild with the cats, Ben Fogle |
| I got locked like send me a postal |
| I'm on soc' but I'm antisocial |
| I was in Feltham, you get G checked if you're not from local |
| I was in Swinfen, **** got slashed |
| Woodhill but I still got packs |
| Then I went Aylesbury, chillin' with Max |
| You can ask S how the guv got wrapped |
| Been on tour, I'm givin' them facts |
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| I'm hearin' voices, I think that I'm tapped |
| And they're tellin' me, "Mazza, attack" |
| Let me see them papers, I think he's a rat |
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| Take the left right there, press the brake with your right foot, |
| I see an opp and he's walkin' to Costa |
| Rise up the burner, lost composure |
| Hopped out, me and my soldier |
| The baby's spittin', it turned to a choker |
| It's calm cah I still got the largest poker |
| Donny is runnin', he's quick, I'm quicker |
| Adrenaline kicks and I'm off like a motor |
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