Finally, we in the clear I know time to go cash out this load
Party tonight, let's go fund some hoes
Look, went round dress bout five
Try it all out, tell the stripper I'm online, look, let two go by six
Now I'm sitting on about forty quid (forty)
Look, then I get a call from Skull
Telling me he ran into a blacked out hatchback
Two hopped out when he stopped at the lights
Tried to get his knife, but then he got slapped out
Windows shut, but he never got hit
Made it back swift, but now he needs to get back
Asked if he thought it was a ARP nor flick
Told me he doubts it, it's probably just them man
But that shit's got me all confused
Thought we were clear, guess I spoke too soon
Braced in time, got a call from Trey
Said he just got caught outside of the boots
Said all he saw was the barrel of the WAP (huh?)
Half second slow and he wouldn't pack
Said we need to round up the members ASAP
Someone's out here trying to rob out a gang, look
(Yo) ay S, where's the drop? I'll get there in ten if I speed past telegraph
Bro, if I was born in America they'd put me in a chair like Edward Delacroix
Where they at? It's been a whole ten minutes, I'm pissed off
So I'm going home, there they are
Most shootings, they were down in my area
We ain't them guys we lying for, yeah we are
Me with a Rambo is scary, S with a shotgun is scarier
Where's the drop? Ayy get out of the map
I'll get there in ten if I cut through Ferrier
Blenders cutting through SC-10
If I jump out on them, it's 10 v 10
Long one looking to ten inches
Don't use kitchens cause they tend to bend
Ah, fuck, that Mindale's just one back
It's wartime and I ain't got my shank
I know that it's them, that old young boy while I jet
Tell him bring it by the front of the flats
Hop me a fence, they're still following, I look back
To the next left scene gang, letting it spread
Watch as they're letting it spread
Then all of them pricks fall back
I was in a Chinese restaurant, random, eating with my chopsticks (random)
Then I saw S kinda boxed in, jumped up, think that's when I popped it
Simon says, no we ain't playing that Simon's dead
I gotta get away and go find this bread, I'm tryna, I'm tryna tailor the finest threads
Top to get rid of it I'm in the rock and the hard place
Stuck in the middle bit, I'm with the foxes, I'm in the bits
My **** toxic and militant, top **** in this bitch
Yeah, mind your steps, might have to send it out by express
I got a rook on my side, it's chess, don't wanna, don't wanna hear it outside with S
Now we know it ain't them, still it don't make no sense
We dropped man half like he said, it can't be Joey
Gotta be the brother man robbed, man must've found out the rest
But Trey hit Joey, well I just did before he landed
He said he got chopped in his head, what, when?
Day after the meat went down, said he even out the hospital bed
Yo, ay Trey, wake up, fuck

Writer(s): Harlee Bashir Laguda, Mwanamkasi Richards & Nathaniel Thompson.