I was riding shotgun with a shotgun trynna catch me a hot one 28 grams was chopping and bagging it up till my oibay got done **** that life I lived still no regrets till I'm put in a box Josh Addo Car bruva dassit my bra let's trot ay

Aye brother let's trot, seen cunts get got

Seen cunt get knocked ay

Seen cops rock up take my ghee's straight from the block ay

Came a long way from run run non stop

Now we out on this music yeh we heading for the top

Tell me why they lie in there tracks lad these cunts need to go back track I was adlay back then they had converses and snap backs cunts get mixed up like my snack pack had gloves n ballys in backpacks urchin the Fckn block grab that hottie and bang then dash that ay

Rolling with ganstas poppping smoke at these fakesters

Yeh they ain't riders cuz there writers that be statements

They scared of there oops that's why there covering faces

Lad I got I rich dreams, that's paper chasin

Always keep it on me just incase they wanna step

I gotta thank the lord that I'm still here yeah lad I'm blessed

Too many want my head yeah too many want me dead

But I'll X em out the game if they fking my bread

I know they want my head but I'm breathing that mean they p*ssy when it's crunch time my brother then bring it to me I'm a soldier on the grind no stopping no coming for me I ain't never worried run it up until I'm buried yeh

Oz funk don bro came out the cage

And cunts that talked went missing

Uso I'll keep a kitchen for a mission on a gronk that's switching

hundreds n fifty's got me itching

Fck all of my opposition

They envy the life that we livin I'm up in the game with no competition ay

Send me the location

Like Dave Watch em get wasted

ain't no gta we ain't playing traps gon get raided ay

They cutting loose ends

Aint no barber watch them get faded

None of my team get traded no nba bra they'll get bladed ay

Uso tell em why we do this cause I think they know lad

If they test my pride then we can go and fcken throw that

Two of South West best yeah lad they ready know that

Know I gotta thank the lord cos I got the little bro back

Always keep it on me just incase they wanna step

I gotta thank the lord that I'm still here yeah lad I'm blessed

Too many want my head yeah too many want me dead

But I'll X em out the game if they fking my bread

I know they want my head but I'm breathing that mean they p*ssy when it's crunch time my brother then bring it to me I'm a soldier on the grind no stopping no coming for me I ain't never worried run it up until I'm buried yeh