I used to wear wallabies

I never wanted these wallabies

Every nigga wants to be a gangster

Every nigga wants to hold a strap

And every nigga thinks a shank is banter

Until you're looking at your nigga

Breathing through a tube, like hes struggling to breath and he can't even speak or move

And now you're thinking what the fuck did I sign up for

Cos now you gotta ride on guys who tried to nank him up so

The roads will get a boy changed like pampers

Cos the handtings had the ends intense like campers

Forensics intense, like intent to supply

If I ever link Sergai it's intent to supply

We had the ends on our line

Had demand for the product we attempt to supply

But I never had time for the shots

Inside it like nine on the dot

Tryna' revise for my mock

Then the p's started to rise

Bought a nine for the docks, paid nine on the dot

All the times that I grind i didn't shine on my mock

I ain't never been a fool, bro said stay in school

If you ace your exams then you'll get paid in full

I ain't never loved beef

Don't listen to these dumb dons

Wishing I could squash it I got beef that I can't run from

Mummy knows I done wrong

All the times I made her cry

All that ghosting in the night like I don't even need to lie

Let a nigga fuck with me

Got mandem that let that pumpy squeeze

So real, man'll try to kill you for my brothers beef

I just keep walking them niggas they keep talking

They'll run into a stick like them niggas were sleep walking

I don't like to talk bro I just get so angry

Squash it if it's verbal, but I'll kill you for my family

Bruv I'm only 16 the streets ain't right

Know man'll bun you for designer, I can deets your life

The trap wasn't a plan to me, road just made me angry

Sitting with a bag of green like what the fucks a grand to me?

Used to watch The Bill, now I'm running for a bill

All this running from the bill might just turn into a casualty

Actually, the ends they might just turn you to a martyr

Snitches tryna blah-blah, no wing like Zaha

Trappers getting trapped by hoes turn father

Niggas living fast and getting killed by karma

Told you 'bout them days with Raps it was trapping

Told you 'bout them men like I'll go Charlie for a Chaplin

Now I'm laying down the law

Made the lady hold the raw

And i put it smack down i ain't talking 'bout no wrestling

Lawyers fighting cases we ain't talking 'bout no settling

Bruv I've been dead broke twice I had to get it in

Let a nigga rush me trust me that'll be the death of him

Always got the metal in my hand like its a wedding ring

And all these different moods I've felt

You're nuttin' with no g's like a Gucci belt

Still I'm tryna make my p's stretch give a fuck if the beefs dead

Raf niggas down to scrap niggas like Benitez

Pagans had my whole ends locked by forensics

Cos them shells flew like a spoonful of Lemsip

And my paigans done it I ain't proud to say they done it

At least I know now what they were saying man they meant it