[J Boy:] Since I’ve come off the roads I’ve noticed that a lot of man aren’t actually built for the road anymore Mandem need to be true to themselves It’s not for everyone
[Ard Adz:] Mad ting Sad ting Bare corn sitting in the hand ting Free my jigga sitting on the landing Hold your head high, please don’t ever feel abandoned I know you feel trapped in You go jail and come home, you still make the trap ring To dem you’re a criminal To me you’re my brudda, don’t you worry you a black king I heard their tracks and they’re so dead You can catch Big Dirty strapped on a moped Giving out smoke for free, I can afford it And I’ve got loads of weed, I need a forklift
[J Boy:] Score’s up And they just keep the core cut Sure enough They won’t like it when the [?] Talk tough Don’t walk much Don’t walk the walk but they be acting like they born tough Changed loads Never wore the same clothes Niggas comfy being bummy, couldn’t rate those So confused with this OT thing Why the fuck am I still hungry if I’m eating? Treat my money like my liquor, chase it I see profit now I feel amazing Hella losses now that nigga basic Everyone’s an actor, difference is the stages
[Ard Adz:] Giving out smoke for free, I can afford it And I’ve got loads of weed, I need a forklift Cutting down loads of crops, we’re not balling Running down loads of opps, it got boring
Catch Dirty unlicensed in the Cat D My brudda’s trying to get his D cat so don’t @ me And if it ain’t Ard Adz or Jugga J Milly95 be the coldest in the rap scene The hood’s really sad G’s haven’t spoke and it’s really bad Free my brudda Lynch stuck in the can I remember when we tried to bring Bricky back Brudda’s wanna pray I look bruk down silly akh Fuck that Trust akh Move, free Grizzy fam Clutch that Catch me on a bruk down Gilly strap Fuck feds, I’m busting out doing ziggy-zags
[J Boy:] I’m just trying to see a lot of pay I wanna make new profit everyday Sorry girl, I ain’t even looking for a bae Jugg be the name who was raised in the A B, if you leave you will see How many other bitches waiting on the D Seen your new nigga and the kid on E Now I’m giving no F’s, he’s barely a G Can you see the buj and the coke? If you know then you know No price when we’re dishing out smoke And it’s no dice, only flavours that I roll Ain’t got no types Always been a known guy When the feds found [?], can’t look out for no knives Me and Dirty in the ride Moving certi, damn right Doing whatever we want, doing whatever we like
[Ard Adz:] Giving out smoke for free, I can afford it And I’ve got loads of weed, I need a forklift Cutting down loads of crops, we’re not balling Running down loads of opps, it got boring Giving out smoke for free, I can afford it And I’ve got loads of weed, I need a forklift Cutting down loads of crops, we’re not balling Running down loads of opps, it got boring