MK1 Free the fucking guys Free B1, free VD Know what it is, HRB shit Yo, yo I'm in the back and I'm live with mine Bro's there too and he's live with his (live) When I brang Rowdy Rebel to Mozart That day there we had six in the spin' Had an XD and a 9X filled to the brim When I shot 'Mob Ties' with Twin 17 slugs got stuffed in the clip When I went and recorded my Fumez 'Plugged In' Spoke on bro, like how could you dare? (How?) I link Stacy on every day of the week like I live on Albert Square Three for twenty my famous deal Just phone my phone as soon as you're there Natalie's only got eighteen pound But I'm lettin' her off, cah' life ain't fair Still outside trynna' whack a jareer (grr) Still outside trynna' run up a mil' My niggas them trapped in xabsi Stuck in a cell man I know how it feels Those who don't drill must drill There ain't no awards for keeping it real I was on the wing like Foden, had me shotting ID cards to Phil I'm from the 'Zart, you can die if you snitch But Ladbroke Grove, they're known to squeal (snitches) Please don't compare us to them (no) My block's full of trappers and slappers Really put niggas to sleep with skengs I don't wanna' hear 'bout We made your' bredrins sleep in tents Remember when, hopped that fence? Pussy was quick, he should've got drenched Step in my bando, nothing but zombies, my dargie they won't stop coming (they don't) Had a Mali, called Mo Farah, wallahi, he won't stop runnin' (wallahi) Your' man is a fuckin' liar, I see a jareer and fire, you know how I'm coming Two sticks up on the opp block, my ting jammed told broski Bun him (get him) Still outside trynna' run up a mil' (run it up) My niggas them trapped in xabsi Stuck in a cell man I know how it feels Those who don't drill must drill There ain't no awards for keeping it real I was on the wing like Foden, had me shotting ID cards to Phil I'm from the 'Zart, you can die if you snitch But Ladbroke Grove, they're known to squeal (fucking rats) Sluggy don't want smoke he wants spice Sluggy's a bum, he ain't got no life Sluggy's been cuttin' his arm with a razor Sluggy made numerous attempts on his life (dickhead) Officers know we got beef But they're still tellin' me that he's hangin' himself from the light I don't even know how I beef these guys Done drills on the 6 not once or twice I could do label meetings with Cap' Or go overseas and link up with the plug Should be in studio, cookin' a mixtape I'm in the kitchen, cookin' up grub Bro's got a ticket, he's Get rid of them packs, they ain't coming to club Some get trappy and some spill blood Still trynna' leave them yutes in the mud (gang gang) Still outside trynna' run up a mil' (run it up) My niggas them trapped in xabsi Stuck in a cell man I know how it feels Those who don't drill must drill There ain't no awards for keeping it real I was on the wing like Foden, had me shotting ID cards to Phil I'm from the 'Zart, you can die if you snitch But Ladbroke Grove, they're known to squeal (fucking rats)