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(Gloyo made this)

IJD, you know

Backpack, ceiling parts, killers with the realest hearts

Bro, I never seen the charts, 7 p.m., three rakats

20 packs, 50 quid in euros like I been in France

Never let your niña clart, me, I let the G go

Conversate with P, go 100K for this reload

And you ain't push enough work, how the fuck you have an ego?

Missing eight months and I was still bricking with B-Low

And who was really putting that work in? We're gonna see, though

I show you golden boots, the same hammer that scored a hat-trick

My school teachers tried save my life, but this crack did

Me and S grab a pepper steak off a Patrick

And we got extensions on this glizzy like a Black chick

Hundred K in boots, the whole city, they know we're active

Over quarter million jewels and now she telling me I'm attractive

Mix the yos with the carbs, I cook it, it's reacting

My young killers take your captain and turn him captive

Sig's hitting melons, Para Bellums turn his shirt red

Golden 7.65s, we left him with a burst head

And I ain't tryna be voice of the streets like Lil Durk said

Armed units in my yard, I was dealing with the worst feds

Kicked out of secondary, G, I never was a prefect

Was wetting Black youths in country when they're getting G checked

Gun smoke residue anytime my likkle G steps

We don't buy reballs over here because they defect

30 gold nine mils and a triple litre engine

We shot the whole borough for my brudda just to avenge him

On the whole two-five, cat rappers keep pretending

Hundred thousand on my neck, now she calling me a lentil

Thousand bricks on the ship, they know we fucked the game up

I'm in the Shangai eating scallion with the flame duck

Fifth block crack house and nobody tried to save us

Bust case in the dock, me and Jai ain't got the same luck

Banged in front of nanny, operation by the drug squad

Now it's Sheikh Zayyad in a wagon with a blood mob

**** move weird, when you're winning, it turns the love odd

But Alhamdulillah for life, brudda, 'cause I love God

Could never blacklist me and we don't rap diss, G

Seven figures in the flats, me and Jefe made history

Put 357s on that NC750

They keep telling me that she hate me, then she miss me

But don't stress me, shorty, please, I break down 40 B's

Upgraded naughty Gs, XDs, 43's

**** can't afford to beef 'cause these hammers cost a quarter B

Real SE25, bring the other side's naughty grease

Made it back, but I lost everything that I had as well

Dutty with the maddest smoke to wagyu steak and bag a toe

Four kitties high as hell and my shorty wanna YSL

40 long carousel courtesy with them iron bells

Grew up in this heavily, shotguns and a Beverly

30K at 18, quarter ticket at 23

This bitch always negative, miss me with all that energy

I was always led for this life 'cause this shit's hereditary

Cutting temps on the 'Gram, all the real orders on a man

30 clips ticked up in my camouflage monogram

Thousand Bs from the dam when they're sitting in a lorry van

My nanny say run down the streets and I'm sorry, Nan

I never tried buy friend, I learnt that from the wise men

Left with like nine-ten in that M

Poppy drop real sticks, but you know we still try them

And how they gonna see bricks if we never consign them?

(Gloyo made this)

Written by: Teeway Tf

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