The Things

A's up

G's up

**** know

Gaza

Free my drillers

The life that I live is violent

Was five-man up in a whip on the opp block

And spent the whole day ridin'

They think I'm lyin', this beef is fryin'

How many yutes been dyin'?

How much blood got shed?

Don't ask me, go and ask them, this beef is real

Get-get 'round there for the vio

Same way I'll get round there for the thrill

No one can tell me 'bout drills

We're the reason the other side hide

We're the reason them man don't chill

We're the reason they lose their lives

We're the reason them man get drilled

We're the reason they don't go shop for their mum

When she asks, best tell her it's real

And this life I live ain't promisin'

I ain't got a plan to stop it

Still puttin' smoke in rides

Still tryna score on these guys

I'm livin' my life

And for now I'm fine

They talk 'bout wettings

See me and leg it

I got beef with nerds

Don't war with the 7th

They're still stressing after their boy turned herd

They don't want this smoke cah their heart ain't in it

I pulled loads of triggers

When you talk 'bout drillers, we the realest

We them Gaza hitters

Used to walk with spinners

Prayin' that I run into opps to smoke them eejits

Need more digits and spinners

Firstly I need more dingers

Feds on my case, yeah, they want me gone

Still get 'round there and smoke that don

Must be high, what they smoking on?

And they lost their heart when they lost their boss

Any–

Anywhere goes, I'll do it

It really goes off in Newham

Goal, tryna score, it's proven

Who d'you think's doing these bootings?

Weren't me, weren't us, weren't Woody

Them man there just wet like pussy

Get man got when I rise this mop

It was me in that blacked-out hoodie

The things I do for the beef, it's mad

But it's all gonna pay off soon

Mark my word

One day their whole gang's gonna end up dead on the news

The things I do for the beef

The things I've done on these streets

All the things I've done for the gang

All the things I've done to these neeks

All the risks and trips I've took

And I took some more last week

All the guys I've cheffed and whacked

They can tell you all about me

The things I do for the beef

The things I've done on these streets

All the things I've done for the gang

All the things I've done to these neeks

All the risks and trips I've took

And I took some more last week

All the guys I've cheffed and whacked

They can tell you all about me

Nowadays everyone's bad

And I swear, man, it's getting boring

Where was you when we was hopping out of cabs?

Or when the gang ten-toes and walked it?

You couldn't live a day in my shoes

Made man run in his Airforce, Jordans, 97s and Loubs

Spilt that blood just like I spilt my juice

I'm serious, no bluffing

Get him gone for my brothers

If he fucks with the opps

Get-get got

There won't be no discussion

The life that I live I hate it

But I swear same way I love it

Man'll got drilled on the back-road just like man got drilled in public

We the wildest batch

Known to attack

Yeah, we fill up these waps

I'm bad on my own and I'm bad with my bros

I ain't takin' chat

If corn got slapped, they know who done it

If it weren't us, it was Chad

If it weren't them, it was BCM

Northside of Newham, we crash

This shit ain't beef, it's war

And I need them guns like Syria

Me and YS in the ride, that's death

I swear we're way too similar

Dump on the opps for years

That's hella knifings and bootings

Do man's dance and spin that whip if I see that boy still movin'

The things I do for the beef

The things I've done on these streets

All the things I've done for the gang

All the things I've done to these neeks

All the risks and trips I've took

And I took some more last week

All the guys I've cheffed and whacked

They can tell you all about me

The things I do for the beef

The things I've done on these streets

All the things I've done for the gang

All the things I've done to these neeks

All the risks and trips I've took

And I took some more last week

All the guys I've cheffed and whacked

They can tell you all about me

Gaza

Yo, right now, up in the jailhouse

Free the ****

Free all the real ****, you feel me, free the ****

Won't forget, you feel me

Seven, seven times, thirteen times, fifteen times

Northside of Newham

Runnin' this thing

Ask about it

Got the landing on ropes