Oi

If you can't put it on your mum\'s life don't fuckin' say it

Dickhead

Yo!

Yeah, they rap convincingly

But they ain't convincing me

Cah they're seasonal suttin' like a Christmas tree

Cah the industry they ain't in these streets

Cah they're indiscreet showing way too much and for why?

And then wondering why it got incomplete

Couldn't do it by himself or with an infantry

I need the money right now and that's instantly

Yo

Now if you fool me, then it's shame on me

Put the blame on me, we go OTT

Jakes labelled the guys as a OCG

Probably cah the few guys in my OCB

And don't grab on this pipe, I got OCD

Bro hold on wait it's a OPP

He got saved by the bell we go OTT

Had the whole crowd screaming out OMG

What a mess

On the floor there was puddles and flesh

I did strangle the mash 'til it's nuttin' weren't left

I'm too paranoid, me I grab my suttin' go bed

Or grab a suttin' go step

C-clueless, woulda thought his **** knows best

Why his **** don't step

Cah they're failing to prep

When live in the flesh lil bro will risk it to guard the yola like pep

New shape nine when we're rolling round

But the chaudys a old one we ain't got buttons

If we spot one, then we gotta roll this down

Can you hold this down if he holds these rounds?

I don't war these clowns cah they're internet gimmicks and bro I ain't wid it

I'm better then that, cah I know who's a opp and I know who isn't with it

And who's letting it slap

I can't take these lies they tell

And this will take your breath away

Paid the price and with his life

The same place where he used to play

On the net it ain't the same, it gets watered

Awkward

Funny how **** got slaughtered

More time, donnie took flight and got cornered

Borders, marks on the floor, white chalk it

Mark it

Mash looks boog from the market

Start it

Now he's gone dead and departed

Why the good ute did every try startings alarming

He ate the 9 bells that harmed him

You're a small fry, we don't want the point, that's dead

So more time he won't get touched like the very front slice on a loaf of bread

This nine double M it can open heads

But it's nuttin' to them they love showin' off war wounds

Peak for a few in a open tent

They ain't taking it proper, l'll rob me a robber and base at a cats cah it's open rent

Lighting, hear the thunder pop nobody sees us as a under dog

Taking a trip but a few weren't with it

They packed up left and they wandered off

What happened to ****?

You was barking it off

Then was laughing it off

Kicking back with the guys

I can see in your eyes

You don't feel it inside

Got no feeling to ride

We ain't feeling the vibes

I can't take these lies they tell

And this will take your breath away

Paid the price and with his life

The same place where he used to play