Real Life

M1OnTheBeat Niggas know, niggas know, ayy RIP to the soldiers Fucking hell, free the tugs Free Lil A, free Six, free R Skeng, free Kaz Free all the tugs, free ZJ, serious Free Nino, serious, come on Bow, bow We've got wheels in twos and fours, that's peds and cars for the wars Step round there tryna turn man corpse Last time that we got round them sides, left with serious trauma Me and bro gotta burn these garms and clean this nank cah we drippin' in sauce Me and broski drippin' in sauce And I couldn't give a shit who saw, bally on my face so I'm good in court I told gang dem pattern the peds and rides, I got new sweets for the 9 Real talk, I love my guys, none of my bros are thinking twice Caught me on the lack, could've done that better, they don't know nuttin' 'bout pressure Bro got flake like Kelloggs, T-T, that means best seller Go opp block, fill it and bark it, come back, man bill it and bark it Tryna leave a jareer in a casket, all that verbal's got man laughing Nino whipping a two and a blue Gotta cover my mouth and nose cah the whole room filled with fumes Just stepped on the lurk with my 6ixer goons, longest thing tryna spill some juice This bitch act way too easy and her bars come way too sneazy I don't know if I can trust this bad B, pocket a wap when she wanna meet me How many man got put on the news, TV? Them man there can't tease me Bare man run when they see me, splash, splash, ching, ching, pagans know I get freaky Fake niggas lowkey hate me, if I hear man raise their voice, I'll take man's racks and leave him needy I don't drill for the ratings, rate me Play for the Pagans, really? They got so much talk for the gang, they ain't come here once so I beg man leave it You should get your thots in check cah they told us you man eat it And that ting come way to dead, dead, so you know Workrate won't jeet it We violate yutes, two hands up, man you best not move, I can show you what the Star 9 do I can show you what the Star 9 do Reverse, tell bro "let's run, let's run", big Breezo tried cut, got bun And the talking ting gets long, so I get round there with a gruesome one On the opp block with a fuck off Rams, the teeth on the ting gon' tear out your back Facts, don't lack, don't slip, 'cause I don't give no tips Tryna put the whole Ramsey straight through his skin, you can get it in the night or the day Get round there tryna press or slay Ran so fast when AbzSav pull up, Pablo's sister, she a hooker Two ding-dongs and you know it's full up Multiple times suttin' should've got packed and I heard them boys are about So you know man's on route with a .32 spin, tryna clap and move One brucky in the whole damn set, [?] get got and they aim at legs And all this talk 'bout waps, all now we ain't seen no lead So don't get caught in the mix cah you know I'm EBK, got corn for anyone In the ride with a dutty 9, tryna touch man's headie like One NB drillers, Racecourse crew, biss heads whipping my two and a blue My opps are struggling flipping a Q Devlish yute with the longest Sammy, grin on my face like Captain Hook Like, please tell me I'm fibbing, in Tesco where he went swimming How many nanks left dripping We inject and twist, AM, are you taking the piss Like shouts my Bruce, how many man done run in shop? Rapid response when we got that drop Done with swagger Coming like Bob Lee You know he a well know tapper They locked my set, still glide with my 6ix Gang goons, me and Workrate step in twos So you know you get more than two times two if you step in my hood and you're looking new Arm extended, push it and bend it, hold that tight and wait by the entrance Fix it, mend it, drill and repent it, two in a ride, this drill's expensive Picture perfect, done it and hurt him, I ain't ever touched one of them and not meant it Sip that, Kermit, hear there's permits, bare man run, try dash for the exit Wait, breathe, mash with teeth, six in the whoosh, cock back then beat In a 4 door coupe, hand ting came greased, cock that back, press down and repeat What you know about doing a drill, now you can't go yard cah the petrol scent Pull up on yutes, don't ask no questions, chilling 'round 'ere so it's angles bent I heard white boys got whiskey, so I might just go jack Daniel Taking a trip 'round 'ere, that's risky, big automatics in the car, that's manual Tire screech, hear the 4 doors open, we ain't come here to play no games Good aim, deep breath and my target's focused Me, I can't lie like Shooks or swim in the aisle like Triggz Three in the family house got touched, that's big bro and the two little twins If I ain't ever mashed no work for the block and was talking crud then bro would've stopped it How many times did they push their mates? Lord knows that their whole block doing up moshpit If I ain't ever mashed no work for the block and was talking crud then bro would've stopped it How many times did they push their mates? Lord knows that their whole block doing up moshpit