Not Guilty

Six-litre whips, seven-figure pots Eight with the gang, nine milly's bang Ten-litre crops, MAC-11 pops 12 in the jury, five in the dock Six-litre whips, seven-figure pots Eight with the gang, nine milly's bang Ten-litre crops, MAC-11 pops 12 in the jury, five in the dock (Legendary made this one) Fresh home, buss case, gangs home, step back Get dough, push weight, red notes, I get that Sent him flyin' like Jet lag Bruce Lee kickback spinnin' like Jet Li Glee-glee bands ripping off like a Jet ski Catch me with some Africans and Asians like the Red Sea You got a G, I got a G but yours is grilled free You got a G, I got a G but mine's factory Just like the kettles and ice, everything's factory Kettle water and ice, hit it with the maj g Now the seats full leathers and the spliffs mampi And I get it with tax and I get it tax-free 85 bags for bail and a new taxi They tried to kill us in that courtroom like New Jack City Still trappin' on bail, so the new stacks pretty Weren't around in hard times, so you can't chat to me Six-litre whips, seven-figure pots Eight with the gang, nine milly's bang Ten-litre crops, MAC-11 pops 12 in the jury, five in the dock Six-litre whips, seven-figure pots Eight with the gang, nine milly's bang Ten-litre crops, MAC-11 pops 12 in the jury, five in the dock Won't have time with these chicks 'cause there's too many thots One line to each whip 'cause there's too many dots One time for my bros, kept it stitched in the dock I got him whipped on the wing and took a piece out the pot And whipped a fully of the grease in the dots 'til it locked We let the gram power burst two at a time 'til it stop LED's in the grow, that's the cream of the crop Then bury stacks in the dirt 'til it sleeps, and it rots (gotta check, gotta check) Gotta check the AdBlue tire pressure coolant And the oil level brake lights, petty tank That's a trap boy MOT before we hit the MOT I fuck with Crips, I fuck with Bloods, Soo-Woo, L-O-C Puttin' money over bullshit, that's MOB I throw 21's and C's 'cause that's where I be Chorlton C-Block, right near the cemetery Twin, Jacob and Migz, forever in my memory Nell Lane estate Pitbull, different pedigree Smoked the chopper on foot, garden trotting MRE We smoke Broccoli to the brain while we run up celery Trap lines going sick 'cause we got better B Got Scorp's a Mac's, cartel weaponry Smoke Broccoli to the brain while we run up celery Trap lines going sick 'cause we got better B Got Scorp's a Mac's, cartel weaponry (Legendary made this one) Six-litre whips, seven-figure pots Eight with the gang, nine milly's bang Ten-litre crops, MAC-11 pops 12 in the jury, five in the dock Six-litre whips, seven-figure pots Eight with the gang, nine milly's bang Ten-litre crops, MAC-11 pops 12 in the jury, five in the dock Six-litre whips, seven-figure pots Eight with the gang, nine milly's bang Ten-litre crops, MAC-11 pops 12 in the jury, five in the dock (Legendary made this one)