Young dizz

Free all my real people

Oh, oh let me not start

I was getting busy, with dizzy in a hot car

1 dotty 2 shells, in a silver focus

If i caught him lacking with his friend

That's an extra bonus

Put your straps away

These silly boys talking big things

Man i seen big things, believe me

Rolling in a whip, bad b underneath my sleeve

Grab my shank, bored him couple times

Man he couldn't breathe

Girls love the darkskin, boy i make the bed rock

Enter the rave in my best drop, guess what;

If his chains swinging like some dreadlock Take him to the back, then i put him in a headlock, next stop

Back out my shank & have him running like a nosebleed

I been around the ends, the older dons they ready know me

I ain't Adam Deacon, you won't see me in another hood

I'm just tryna see me brothers good

Man know me from my knife game

If i stab man up, you'll see knife game

You don't wanna know my knife's name

When i hit man up, you'll see knife aim

I'll grab man up & watch his blood bleed

Man he had no P's, so i took weed

I can't sleep on a violation

I'll chill out your yard, that's an observation

I'll wait for you to bring the bin out

Then i'll jump out my whip, with the thing out

I don't care if your dads my older

If you lose my P's, man i'll blow your shoulder

Think i'm lying, then come try me

If it ain't local, then the thing's bummy

Fuck a wifey, i got 9 girls

Man i'll grab a 9 bar & buy 9 scales

I'll bore man & check if that knife bends

Wish me luck, if his life ends

How you gonna shank, if your ni***s betting

If i dont use my shank, then i start sweating

I treat my shank like my wifey

I take her out to dinner & i treat her proper nicely

Me i bore ni***s, with a beef that their friends in

If i can't find him, then i'm looking for his bredrin

I don't do this rap thing

He was talking hella crud, till i slapped him

On a, ay i don't wanna talk, i'll just bore up your neck

Rest in peace mom

Get me, asbo fresh home

You get me

Free all my real people anyways innit

I don't know about a uni or a 2 on 1

A man lost a kid, for a 2 on 1

These times, last week i ducked down

These moist yutes on my ones

Honestly it was 2 on 1

So matter of my life, or a 2 on 2

New yutes on the block im like;

"Who are you?"

They weren't out, when i was grinding

I told my ni*** Kash:

"Don't rush, It's bout timing"

The line stays firing, this shit gets tiring

I just wanna progress

Got nicked twice in the last month

But really that was no stress

I'm hoping, that my mom's blessed

Gotta keep saying:

"keep writing"

And Slueye keeps saying:

"keep riding"

I tell these yutes:

"Stay in school, it ain't worth it"

I ain't one to judge, my past time payfoot

Sorry bout my boys

But that bridge, i had to burn it

P's i gotta earn it, My ex i gotta turf it

Uncle phoned me up he said:

"i'm losing a block"

Overview on my life, you see i'm losing alot

My uncle got life, my other uncle got 12

My other uncle got 6

I'm just stuck up in the bits

Tryna make another flip

While you're looking for a chick

Oh, what you know bout losing over 5 man

What you know bout losing over 5 grand

What you know bout being in the madders calling olders and they're saying that they'll be there In 5 man, with 5 man, about 5 ran

And the others got banged, with his right hand, Screaming:

"where's the P's"

And he's crying, like some sideman

I lost my mom just the other day

I felt to cry fam

I'm just young kid, living in a trap

See i never had no older bro to walk me in the flats

Just a pouch and a brick phone

The ounce got me licked tho

I'm walking round, scheming with my brothers just to flip O's

It weren't easy, the game got me weak g

There was times, i didn't see my bed for like week g

I was only fifteen, a whole in my ripped jeans, running from the feds

Looking back with some grim teeth