(Forrest Beats)

I always tell the truth, you know I don't need to lie (Yeah)

'Cause nowadays, I don't need money, need a peace of mind

My girl tell me, "Mo, you need to leave the streets behind"

But I got beef with some **** that need to die (Yeah)

Call me MJ, all these cases that I'm beating

My line's worth more than what these labels are screaming

Wheelin' and dealin', I give that shit a meaning

Loyal to the soil around here, there ain't no treason

This ting's from the '80s, man's callin' it an ornament

Bro still takes it on a glide and was torching skin (Pow-pow-pow)

I just smile at them ****, no talkin' ting (Yeah)

Me and S licked a move and went and copped a Scorpion (No)

Brr-brr-brr, that's the sound from us (Brrr)

If man run up in your crib, give them mouses up (Yeah)

Early morning, doing re's, gotta count it up

And I'm the one that gives the bag, I don't sound it off

Rest in peace Crill, that shit don't feel real

And free my **** Pole cah he was really in the field (Yeah)

And shout my **** O cah he was really on them drills

Right now, it's frightening, slip up, you getting killed

I can't show 'em how much packs that I run through (I can't)

Cah half these **** bums, lookin' like they bun food (Ha-ha)

I pass the ball to my ****, let him run through (Yeah)

And I'm that **** in the hood doing one-twos (No)

See me driving in an foreign, yeah, I cut through (Skrrt-skrrt)

She keep snapping up the dash, said "It's not cute"

My girl stressing 'bout them girls, "Babe, they're not you"

I'm hearing rumours on my name and it's not true

Four pockets full like I'm Baby over here

Got your Woman Crush Wednesday moving crazy over here (No cap)

Big hammers, we ain't playing over here

Told that bitch she can't chill 'cause she staying over there

Ask P how much keys that a **** moved a week (Wah)

I ain't cappin' in my raps, man, I do this in my sleep (Yeah)

I know the pack's dark and **** tellin' me it's green

I gave it out at work cah that pack's coming cheap

All the drillas and the trappers show me love

Cah I make sure they're straight whenever it's going off, yo

I'm in the Birches with all my jewels on

I spent all this trap money on some tools, don

Yeah, I can go crazy, drop a bag in Dior

Or I could walk up in Louis, go and shut down the store

I ain't in the industry, I'm really in the field

Never hit a singer chick, but I wouldn't pass Kamille

I don't know why all these rap **** got this big ego

Cah if you couldn't spit bars, your mind would be on zero

And I ain't fuckin'with a **** sittin' on the fence (Yeah)

There's two sides to this ting, pick one of them (Pick)

Remember sittin' in the T, I was the dirty kid

Now every time I'm looking down, my sleeves 30 quid (30 bags)

Courtesy of these dirty trips (Yeah)

I swear I'm always under pressure by these dirty pigs

Maddest life, I'm in it

They rap it, I just live it (Wah)

Truth be told, I ain't hear a crackhead in a minute (Yeah)

Free the mandem outta prison

Stuck up in the system

Yeah, we move the same ting, but I just move different (True)

(Erds boy shit, you know

Man just move a little different out here, you know

Nothing like them bum ass ****

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)