West Norwood

Blood, sweat and rips in my Moncler, never shed one tear

If I don’t make it off of rap, I jack the plug, go clear

I keep robbers for a check, on the stick went bare

No cares, left the scene with some smoke in the air

I just stepped in the bando to burn licks and crack pipes

My sanity I sacrifice (Eric)

Tryna turn this tiny little trap house to a franchise

27, we got grown women throwin' gang signs

Fling corners out the bando, link kitties by the blind spot

I’m in the can or coffin if this line stops

I robbed every competition in the town and turned it my block

Had doors start flyin' off

Turn every trappers lines off, uh-

I scrape the rex to appreciate that times were hard

I get cold chills every time I hear a siren pass

We don’t brandish and not fire ours

Why do you think I got sentenced 5 years for 2 firearms?

I’m either OT, tryna out of cell

Squeezin' out a mash up in my hand, like it’s shower gel

Hit a thousand cells, still ain’t rich yet

Mix the yola with ammonia and catch it with a fishnet

Plug thought I flew straight

He made the wrong assumption

I’m from West Norwood

Yeah, where I’m from, we’ll rob your mums crib

Callin' for a brizzy, had him trek down from Watford

Plot twist, I backed out my burner and I robbed him

Where I’m from, stabbings, kidnappings, county lines, I done them all

Got to a point that without my burner, I weren’t comfortable

Shotties pop, bodies drop like flies, it’s dysfunctional

I make 20 kittens wait in line, I’m always punctual

Where I’m from, West Norwood, there’s no sunshine

Grew up with the fiends, street robberies and gun crime

Lamp house from Cali or some pebbles on the cunch line

Caught so many opps but it’s sad that only ones died

Where I’m from, stabbings, kidnappings, county lines, I done them all

Got to a point that without my burner, I weren’t comfortable

Shotties pop, bodies drop like flies, it’s dysfunctional

I make 20 kittens wait in line, I’m always punctual

Where I’m from, West Norwood, there’s no sunshine

Grew up with the fiends, street robberies and gun crime

Lamp house from Cali or some pebbles on the cunch line

Caught so many opps but it’s sad that only ones died

Ever took phones, had him beg for his line back

Taped off a road, had the city tryna find man

Have you? I cut him 'cause I wanted

I still cut him 'cause I had to

I let it print on his skin like a tattoo

Police and the opps, both want me bad

I been stab loss, it all done bird, it ain’t stoppin' man

Spot an opp, drop him in a body bag

But I still helped aunty cross the road with her shoppin' bag

I tied up plugs but I never once robbed a friend

We set trackers on the cars and we follow them

Buy little bro a hammer just to get the block shot again

All the hammers that got slapped are ours, we don’t borrow skengs

‘Bout 50K on the wrist, 30K on the re’

Always knew I’d be a baller

Cats wait for the white, like they’re stood up at the alter

Funny how I used to skip school for them orders

Now there’s GSR on my brand new Jordans

(Eric)