Your lyrics ain’t fucking with ours cause These sound good and all that, but this is the hard stuff Nigga I’m the type that will [?] So don’t bother coming ’round here if you’re looking for stars bruv (Nah) Real niggas listen to our stuff (Yeah) Pull up in the middle of the road, hit the volume, and park up You know the hammer’s up in the car tucked Chicks on my dick see me rolling in the whip and get star struck Why’s niggas talking that shit for? (Why?) Just ’cause I’m a piece of the puzzle that’s completing the jigsaw Run up in your building and kick doors Slap up and kick whores, smack up and split jaws Bucksy [?] damn it this shit’s raw They merked it already, what the fuck did I spit for? (Yeah)