Spot the Difference

My district has too much drillers

Like who wants it? Like who wants war with Sydney's realest?

They talk that talk on gas but them boys they ain't got no triggers

They act like they in trenches but them boys ain't got no diggers

Like spot the difference

Onefour we still active, we still 'earching

If I ain't there in the field, cuz then I guarantee ya I'm working

My crew still in the trap, flippin' packs this and that

Heard there's runners here in my hood, how can they run lad without tax?

And if we're talking scores, hashtag facts

Like who gon' rob that cash

Try coming down on them trains lad

You get sent home on them tracks

J_EMZ took that triple out with a stick

Jump out gang cuz and we smoked him like a spliff

How can I call them ops?

How can I call them ops?

They run off and leave their friends for dead

More like a bunch of dogs

No way I can be like them

I got my bros like Drake & Josh (My brothers)

And all this talk about smoke

How come none of my men been shot?

Not one of my men been got

Got no hesitation (None)

I ride or die for my block (Of course)

These critics claim that we fakin' it but won't live a day in my socks (No way)

I was on the streets since fifteen tryna force a shiv on these ops

'Earching everyday on them dogs, like who really wants to get got? (Who?)

Can't affiliate with a friend of a opp, that bridge gets burnt

One of them youngins took that trip and phoned our line saying "Kill confirmed"

He was out for his stripes and on that night that villain's respect was earned

Now he's doing a stretch for the gang

Can't wait for the day that he makes a return (Free him)

Deacon Chef he's a Onefour rider

See him tryna make a dip like Tyga

Like who's that opp on the block?

Loot that fafa with shit like Swiper

We're them rowdy boys like Piper

Got a venomous bite like viper

See me leading the pack like a captain

At the front of the field like a striker

My district has too much drillers

Like who wants it? Like who wants war with Sydney's realest?

They talk that talk on gas but them boys they ain't got no triggers

They act like they in trenches but them boys ain't got no diggers

Like spot the difference

My district has too much drillers

Like who wants it? Like who wants war with Sydney's realest?

They talk that talk on gas but them boys they ain't got no triggers

They act like they in trenches but them boys ain't got no diggers

Like spot the difference

Run through houses, kick down doors like Raptor Squad

They just talk backstage, bring cameras on, that's where these actors from

They're not frontline, they're feline, they're pussies

But I just done mine, then rewind and push it (Push it, push it, push it)

We violent men, they talk too much, we silence them, quiet them

And plus this blade will take his life and minus them (Ride on them)

They say this shit disgusting but I say we fuckin' love it

On sight, we rush them, time and place the opps get got in public (Run it, run it)

Marchin' like Russians

Spark it, no bluffin'

Start it for nothin'

Run, run when you see us comin'

See, I still remember that day Freddy copped that whack (Free him)

They took like fifteen boys to court and all of us got knocked back

Yeah, back in the day was shanks and shivs but now we all got that strap

Now I'm hitting the Mounty Bop on an opp as soon as I clock that back

Opps, they burn when I'm on that track

See, I've been going OT on the streets as soon as I got set free

Now my young Gs loose on the roads, they runnin' amuck like Assassin's Creed

They scream, "J_EM lad, do something your boys are a different breed"

Then, comes out my name like YP said, Of course I'ma back my Gs (Of course)

That side don't listen, ooh

We took this drill thing serious, now look some of the opps gone missin'

Like, why do you think our faces are hidden?

The gang's on strict conditions

We come through militant, whole crew diligent, ready to back our district

They have our rude image, they say my crew's British

We pull up like, "Who's with it?"

Load that clip like, brr, finish

Been gone for two minutes

Why wait, lad? Stop that car

Gotta hit that gas when I let that slap

Boom boom