I'm back
What's popping
Let me set this sh** on fire
Look the streets is too much
Young n******gs are of the rails and beefing too much
That's why I need to bus
And I ain't trying to go jail not even two months
But its easy to buss
And I ain't talking about fame, cash and cars
But more like letting off straps in arms
Let the beef die down, then we're back in arms
The streets is too much
You try and stay low, but everyone knows who you f**
Then you got n******gs running up in cribs waving the 4-4 like they're f**ing big
Most n******gs don't know what hustling is
But its cool, you're just not that type of n***a
You don't have to be straight its a minor n***a
Me I'm a 16 writer n***a
Look I'm a five grand man you're a fiver n***a
Taking over say goodbye to Jigga
Who's realer?
MC k**er, I'm cancer ain't no-one iller
I'm amber, right before you go, I'll be like no
Come in and murk you
That's my word
You slow down prick patience is a virtue
When it's my time, and it's my nine
That will end you if you diss my lines
So I keep my ear to the street
And there ain't much sh** that miss my eyes
So don't think you're on par when you're dark
You best be on guard and your bars
Best be on point
But you're arse
I'll take your car and pimp my ride
And not satnav and a new body
Just two gash that can take body
Your team be easy
I'm greaze
See me I'm connected like BT
And I ain't old school like DT
But I'm the new kid on the block
Treat albums like d** and move it on the block
Wrapped in plastic I move it easy
And I'm a bad boy like PD
And I'm tryna move them units
So I've perfected my CD
Cos I like to move it, move it
I see n******gs in their new whips cruising
Round town bumping my music, music
Cos I'm a ghetto kid
And don't make me prove it, prove it
Cos I'm a ghetto kid, and I do ghetto sh**
And I don't know what happened its just what the ghetto did
Look I'm a ghetto kid and I do ghetto sh**
And I don't know what happened its just what the...
Did I not f** that up mate