So please pray for the kid The flow’s cold cah it spent a couple days in the fridge I’ve got the feds taking the piss I’ve got the rali at my door while I’m taking a shit Look, and now I’m facing a bid But it’s calm though, mummy weren’t raising a snitch I’m on the M1 blazing a spliff My brudda’s in the back with a pack, he gon’ break it to bits Then I’m in the booth, just making a hit I’m on the roads to the show, hoes shaking their tits How you raising up your gun but ain’t raising your kids? And these postcode wars will leave your face in the ditch Look, mi casa su casa I squeeze mine, it beats right like Fumaxa And we’re still ducking the one-time My brudda got stabbed, shot, robbed and he done time He’s in the hood upping the gun crime He’ll let it rain on you like you’re ducking the sunshine The virus got the world prisoned The block’s hot, I’m sinning like Hell isn’t My brudda used to trap now he sells fridges I get money, I don’t spend it in Selfridges