Tryna hit man’s chest, still liver

Burst man’s garm make him cry all river

Two Ls make him spill man’s punch all BIGGA

Make a man spill liquor

Yo! You’re can’t run me dry no Bryson Tiller

Uptown settings with me and my driller

Remember kway back when I had free dinner

Yo! I got faith in bro when he fought down rev

And the spinner kick like Ryu from Tekken

Don’t get hit cos you might go heaven (baow)

Yo! Little bro didn’t cry when he got that sentence

Now he’s in the wing tryna get more vengeance

Hammers galore get smoke like Bensons (hammers galore)

Money affi mek, catch in hand construction

Feds lock bro conspiracy talks

Now he’s back on induction (free bro, free bro)

Yo! Bae got instruction feds want me back on the wing with the gang causing disruption

Aighh

The war still on who told you it stopped

It was just the other day I was sitting in the dinger

Hand firm grip on the dots mask up like LD my dreads dem stuffed in my hood so they can’t see my locks

I say glee cos they bought me a Glock (glee)

They say glee cos they copy a lot

He was loud he was talking a lot

But he went quiet when he got shot

I put my hands on my darling’s breast

She don’t know these hands were on the dots

My name and my face is hot my block is hot

And my darling’s hot

The mandem’ hot even though we’re low

The barrel the wap gets hot when it pots (fire)

Running from Feds got me healthy (healthy, healthy, healthy, healthy)

Mask off like K-Trap but I glide with the mask like Reekz and LD (Skrrt)

I’m a business man, you got a business plan

That’s the only time she on bail me

Bro walked in with the fifty shot, thought it was a AK, was a ‘SA eighty’ (mad ting)