The Truth, Pt. 2 [Pending Case]
Gang shit, come on rekoRay
Feel me? Free the guys man
Free the members them
Double wrap crack, double tap straps
Shotgun Shane, no DoubleTap Dappz (boom)
I’ve slept in traps and hustled in flats
Boy you ain’t mad, some fraudulent man
(some dickhead)
We bucked Tiny live in the flesh
And he said he weren’t mad
That wraps he flipped it (mm)
He said he weren’t on to the mandem but
He’s on Dublin so I still dished it
(suck your mum)
Bro said his light comes better than
Mine, let’s go compare it, simples
(aye, come)
OT trips, I put food in my town like tinsels
Load the brucky with bells
And watch them all run when it jingles
(boom) i just got a packet of smoke
But you can hold one, that’s a singles
(aye)
But look at that chocolate Barbie (bitch)
I swear that’s Remz’s auntie (bitch)
She don’t care if I’m beefing her nephew
She still let me slip that dick in her narni
(no manners)
Finesse man's pack if he comes with weed
That's dead like RD (RD, RD)
Run man down 'till he runs out of breath
He might just die like Tarabi
Grab him, get him, wet man
Down with the rams, i’m a violent man
(ching) my burner's on me
I’m only shook of the Trident gang
(fuck the Jakes) j1 got itched and snitched
(ching)
He’s far from a silent man (some dickhead)
Bruck back in the rucksack
Adrenaline rush when the sirens rang (aye)
4 man on 2 peds, 15 on my hip
Mans doing up pillion (aye)
I saw a black yute in a track suit
I would’ve been vexed if
I chinged that civilian (shit then)
When I heard that broski scored on Fredo
That news was brilliant (mad)
He got round there on a one man army ting
He’s way too militant
Trap mash, get bread, man whip zeds (whip it)
2 filled up with biseds
Them man there talking trap, they
Ain’t seen 10 bags
Them niggas some dickheads (some dickheads)
Diss T1 and you might get bun
What? Them man there bluffing (aye)
How many times have the mandem said
Teewiz and they ain’t done nothing (hah)
Interview room, feds talking 'bout burners
(aye, aye) i got a pending case
(for what) , 2 attempted murders
Man got lunch, spots in cunch
I just need some workers (yeah)
10 plus 1 we lurkers (trap, trap)
Earners and lurkers, finna whip that shit
Close the curtains aye