I was riding shotgun with a shotgun trynna catch me a hot one 28 grams was chopping and bagging it up till my oibay got done **** that life I lived still no regrets till I'm put in a box Josh Addo Car bruva dassit my bra let's trot ay Aye brother let's trot, seen cunts get got Seen cunt get knocked ay Seen cops rock up take my ghee's straight from the block ay Came a long way from run run non stop Now we out on this music yeh we heading for the top Tell me why they lie in there tracks lad these cunts need to go back track I was adlay back then they had converses and snap backs cunts get mixed up like my snack pack had gloves n ballys in backpacks urchin the Fckn block grab that hottie and bang then dash that ay Rolling with ganstas poppping smoke at these fakesters Yeh they ain't riders cuz there writers that be statements They scared of there oops that's why there covering faces Lad I got I rich dreams, that's paper chasin Always keep it on me just incase they wanna step I gotta thank the lord that I'm still here yeah lad I'm blessed Too many want my head yeah too many want me dead But I'll X em out the game if they fking my bread I know they want my head but I'm breathing that mean they p*ssy when it's crunch time my brother then bring it to me I'm a soldier on the grind no stopping no coming for me I ain't never worried run it up until I'm buried yeh Oz funk don bro came out the cage And cunts that talked went missing Uso I'll keep a kitchen for a mission on a gronk that's switching hundreds n fifty's got me itching Fck all of my opposition They envy the life that we livin I'm up in the game with no competition ay Send me the location Like Dave Watch em get wasted ain't no gta we ain't playing traps gon get raided ay They cutting loose ends Aint no barber watch them get faded None of my team get traded no nba bra they'll get bladed ay Uso tell em why we do this cause I think they know lad If they test my pride then we can go and fcken throw that Two of South West best yeah lad they ready know that Know I gotta thank the lord cos I got the little bro back Always keep it on me just incase they wanna step I gotta thank the lord that I'm still here yeah lad I'm blessed Too many want my head yeah too many want me dead But I'll X em out the game if they fking my bread I know they want my head but I'm breathing that mean they p*ssy when it's crunch time my brother then bring it to me I'm a soldier on the grind no stopping no coming for me I ain't never worried run it up until I'm buried yeh