Someone tell 'em that I'm back
Either music or I'm fucking up the trap
Put a nine up in the pot, better know what's coming back
When you trapping how I trap, you ain't coming out on tag
I been two AM's so it's me they harass
Caught me hitting them ten bricks on Telegram
Really cleaning up my trap, this ain't no Cillit Bang
Judge gave me five like I'm Zinedine Zidane
I gotta move fast, them tools blast, no getting jammed
Flow fresh, smell me like new cars
Tell you bout the times I needed cribs for them two dargs, it's true talk
If she's fucking with them opps then it's fine
I won't park it over there, she's a double yellow line
I done time in the block, I been through several spins
I been in nine different jails, they're playing me on the wing
In a mansion party, shawty wanna ask me for my name
Told her "Babes don't be silly, you can see it on my chain"
Rose gold VS stones, you know they're cut like a merry-go
That means they're round like a Cheerio
Drop-top foreigns, I swapped it for noodles with porridge
What they're rapping bout, I really done it
Same time shawty want my soul like a coffin
Same time I'm bout to blast off like a rocket
Missed seven summers, to be honest that's a lotta time
The only way I'm going's up, you know we mountain climb
The game's fake, tell me suttin that I didn't know
Fam I see it all, you'd think I'm chilling with a telescope
I see a brudda living rich, now he's living broke
I see a brudda be a friend, now he be a foe
I'm dropping bombs like a terrorist
You know we waking up the streets, that's the opposite of sedatives
Streets cold, better keep it close like a relative
Me and Musty had the four-four, it was delicate
See I'm the brudda they can vouch for, I'm fully on my grind
Piss me off then I'm hopping out this five-door
The ends changed but I changed more
I ain't selling cars, in jail I made paper selling A4
Girls know I'm toxic, stubborn and seductive
Fam I gotta keep her on her toes like a bunion
See all I do is put my life on these beats
The streets said I'm going in but I just got released
Feels heavy like a bus, take a seat
I got my chain swinging while I'm sitting down eating Lebanese
I'm the nigga that these niggas wanna be
Whipping coke, chasing girls, it's a different kinda fish up in the sea
Raised by O.G.'s, you were raised by IG
Probably why these new plates need direction, Spike Lee
And word to J Styles, they can never style me
Tell you bout the real reason why we named Crime Scene
'016, they locked me up for a knife
'017, they said I caught a AM twice
'018 was drugs, Class A to be precise
Came home 2020, all I wanna do is grind
2021, I'm back sitting up in Scrubs
Recalled, new charge, conspiracy squad
I ain't home till '23, I wasted half of my twenties
That's a big dilemma, I ain't singing like Nelly and Kelly
I didn't really care
My mind frame was like as long as I'm breathing, I'll always be a millionaire
Thinking out the box like thirty-two yards
True they gave a free kick, got a seven, do half
Son's uncle got thirty for an AM, it's dread
But what the judge woulda gave Chapo if the brudda was dead
I've been in nine different jails, kinda fucks with my head
I'm in the block, one radio, a pad and a pen
Now I'm feeling like I'm cursed, all them years I rid a bird
I was sitting in that cell when I really knew my worth
I was badding up a bishead if that money wasn't in
Threatened him too much times, now he's on a different wing
All them years go by
And for them bruddas on the road, they said time gon' fly
But for you or I?
Didn't want her to wait
I know the burden's too much so it's factory gains
You just wanna be a wife when I touch
I was living in a place that's corrupt
The govs bringing nanks on the wing, you can die off bad luck
Had a scuff with that brudda up in Scrubs
Bucked his big brudda up in Brixton, tell me what's the odds?
First Ramadan, 2021
Broke my fast with a date, it was hard
I just gotta stay strong, I'm banged up with my road darg
And we didn't really picture this life when we were young
What's fear? False events appearing real
What's near? My freedom, I came back with skill
I was there when my nigga almost died, it's chills
I weren't tryna hear shit but "Only time can heal"
Picking up suttin black, might be made by Russians
Once we get in this car there ain't no discussions
Look me in my eyes, you don't wanna press my buttons
I'm with, AKA Mr Mad Max done him
Three guns in the ride, driving past the police
If they ever done a U-ie then wallahi it's peak
I don't really like company, I'm trapping alone
Only company I like is the ones I can own
I ain't talking bout my drip, niggas dying for fashion
When my outfit's probably Harvey Nichols or Harrods
I got personal shoppers, tell 'em "Link me in the trap"
Just sold a Z of white, now I got a Gucci jacket on my back
Cah I'm back in the town
I was locked up with real ones, couple of clowns
Heard my younguns got new toys, couple of rounds
I was trappy on my wing, switching up the accounts
Been inside four times, I ain't making her proud
The main issue with me is I want it right now
I should be feeding the scene, I wanted bricks of the loud
Got a link for lethal B, keeps saying it's pow
Everybody's your brudda until you're locked up
Some will love you from a distance, tough love
I'm looking at the judge knowing that I fucked up
I'm sitting down for two years thinking life sucks
Everybody got a story, I ain't tryna hear it
Jail turned that brudda mad, I guess he couldn't bear it
Me, I smile upon them bad days
Saying that I should be doing shh for some things that I can't say
My whole life's been a rampage
My homie snitched on me, he turned me darker than Kante
I look at him like what a damn shame
We should be running the ends, our line ringing like a campaign
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