They want me in trouble again

Want me in induction again

Guards givin' instructions again

Letters 'bout lovin' again

The visit hall, kissin' and huggin' again

That mop and bucket again

Emptyin' rubbish again

And these feds try and cuff me again

Lord knows that I'm touchin' again

Still try do man fuckery again

Man, hope I get lucky again

****'ll rat two man up with the skeng

Avoid them undies again

Circle the whole block again and again

And again, and again, and again

Hey, me and big bro don't rap no more

That's probably 'cause too alike

Seventeen, bought a dots for our apes

And a queue of light, all we knew was right

These pigs don't want me to shine

Got me sittin' down, doin' life

Gettin' mad 'cause they're under staffed

And they just unlocked two at a time

Young **** in Feltham

All them **** knew was fight

Last year I went four months basic

Camp site breached my human rights

Just done ride a license

And I ain't even booked a flight

Came home and I built two lines

Been really tryin' to make up for used up time

How many times we doin' ninety on the M?

Fuck all these ops, I wish I could fit ninety in the skeng

Before I ever did it in O

I really have to try it in the ends

I just counted up some racks

I remember havin' no money on my spends

They think I do Juju

'Cause I got N.F.A. for another attempt

Bad B didn't wanna know

Now they all tell me they love me again

But I got to put the trap first

Invest this bread into skengs

'Cause true when these bitches say know your worth

These ops ain't done a one dirt

And totin' on my steel for the home like spurs

They want me in trouble again

Want me in induction again

Guards givin' instructions again

Letters 'bout lovin' again

The visit hall, kissin' and huggin' again

That mop and bucket again

Emptyin' rubbish again

And these feds try and cuff me again

Lord knows that I'm touchin' again

Still try do man fuckery again

Man, hope I get lucky again

****'ll rat two man up with the skeng

Avoid them undies again

Circle the whole block again and again

And again, and again, and again

Sport this one level on the trackie

I could never look tacky

I make everybody feel trapy

Do this thing live in the streets

Even the kitties wanna help with the baggin'

Not 9 down to the T

Stretch this package, Mister Fantastic

I really walk this walk on the streets

Them man there just type it

Money on my mindset

I got a hustle G, no Wyclef

How many times have I found myself

In the interview room with Trident?

I just exercise my right to silence

I hit the jailhouse and I ride it

If man get brown track diet

That savory stuntin', I'll fly it

Until I get tired

That's hella headbutts and fly kicks

I touch road on violence

That's blood all of my night tech

Big bro showed me to fuck with the press and the Pyrex

Still tryna make a killin' off the BMW

And I don't mean the i-8

That's all my trap form, Jimmin'

It come like a pillow on 'roids

My ops just makin' up noise

That internet scoreboard's void

My ops just makin' up noise

That internet scoreboard's void

They want me in trouble again

Want me in induction again

Guards givin' instructions again

Letters 'bout lovin' again

The visit hall, kissin' and huggin' again

That mop and bucket again

Emptyin' rubbish again

And these feds try and cuff me again

Lord knows that I'm touchin' again

Still try do man fuckery again

Man, hope I get lucky again

****'ll rat two man up with the skeng

Avoid them undies again

Circle the whole block again and again

And again, and again, and again