[Verse 1: Blade Brown] A lot of rappers talking, they're lying I'm with my n***a Giggs and I ain't talking bout Ryan Fam it's stuck up in this rat race '06 buss a strap case, '05 buss a food case '04 buss a robbery with violence and weapons Dargie I'm just waiting on my new case True stories fam I'll show you the papers I ain't in it for the fame, just show me the papers Cause I've been moving peng since 3210s You was playing with your friends, I was playing with the skengs Fam we get the food then park it on the scales n***a this ain't shotting, this is marketing and sales Like, on the block all day with them Oz's Life ain't cosy the neighbours are nosy The whole block knows me, they know that I'm OG Went from a Q to a whole ki, Blade n***a [Chorus: Fem Fel] (x2) We got guns that'll sink a boat And we got funds so don't think we won't Food got the whole block fidgeting Man I'm fed up of these b**h n***as mimicking [Verse 2: Giggs] I've gotta stay low from the feds On a mad one, trying to get this bloody yayo in again Mummy knows I ain't an angel She knows there ain't a halo on my head n***as calling me the older boss Knuckz that's my right hand, squeezing his revolver off And he doesn't like man stunting on him So you better know what's good When he tells you "take your Rolley off" In the trap getting rid of loads of dots 3:45am and I'm nearly dozing off And I'm really sick of this sh**, but I'm holding on Imagine my living's on this chip that they phone me on Let's get in deeper see You might be in the game, but you ain't in it as deep as me Got a bunch of nutcases loading up the heat for me Trident on the case, and I know they want a piece of me [Chorus] [Verse 3: Giggs] The amount of times I've loaded up for war I left all my emotions at the door I ain't joking any more Squeeze off, you'll see the bright light Have you hoping it's the Lord I'm a ra**clart Pecky man Empty the suttin in your ra**clart Etiennes It didn't have to end up like this, but you pestered man I told these little dickheads this sh**, will get messy fam [Verse 3: Blade Brown] You know it's Blade and the Hollowman I can see through these pussies like holograms If you want work holla fam I've got that food you can sniff, smoke with or swallow fam We make that block money, hard rock money Never gonna stop, run from the cops money Bathing Apes top money, ice watch money Half these pussies probably never even had a box money