Are you listening?
Big up Double M and Bankz, them man are representing for the ends right now
Like fam, I don't understand all of this rudeboy, man's locked up, you know what I'm saying, man are out here making all these tunes and dat, and I've got man in jail shouting man to dead this beef
What's that all about?
C'mon fam these man are puppies to man rudeboy, these man are chihuahuas, you get it
Man's a real n***a fam
Two Style, I know you're behind this beat
You know what I'm saying, the streets know this fam, you get me, the streets are missing man, bro
You know what I'm saying, soon home anyway ,don't watch that
Fumеz the Engineer, Plugged In, c'mon, ACG sh*t
Free all the mandеm, free Dizz, free Rambzi, free Trizz, free LK, free Castr6, bang your f**king doors
Gang sh*t
He got chinged and he sang like Mabel
So how can I rate that yute?
Chubz got chinged back then by Castr6
Then he got chinged by 192
Tiny chinged up Woosh
He was writing statements too
Still got CJ flavoured zoot
I'll pull up on man tryna aim and shoot
Slide round with 2 in the broomstick
Slap corn till spin ting toothless
Gotta lay low from gang unit
They want me back on the wing like Lucas
Put two in the sawn-off dots, I slapped that off, best keep it moving
And all he ever did was talk, so I swang that sword till we left him muted
CJ got shot in the head
Now, he's stuck in a grave 'cah he lacked in Gate
How can a d**khead make that mistake
And think he ain't gonna get splashed or blazed?
Do drills in the night or day
Get round Stratford, Chadd Green or Gate
Multiple times Pablo got shaved
He wrote statements, he should be ashamed
I'm beefing a bunch of muppets, f**k it
Step with a rambo, tucked in
The opps ain't smoking nuff
So allow this talking, yeah, allow this ruckus
CJ got his head back busted
Show that the bells and dots do justice
My n***a don't do no bluffing
Skrr round blocks, tryna blow off your pumpkin
Put 10 in your back like Wayne
'Cause I'm a hot head like Rooney
I hop out the hooptie, I'm going insane
Free all my drillas all locked in the cage
Sweets in the mash no candy canes
I rise that up if I'm heading to Gate
Sweets in the mash no candy canes
I rise that up if I'm heading to Gate
You ain't spilling no liquid
Stop all the lies your heart ain't with it
You ain't chop no one to a midget
Buck P90, then you best start sprinting
And bro stepped out with the dot-dot
On the opp block in the whip no hot box
Rubbers on deck, no condoms
Don't get hit on the mains with the 1 pop
Opps wan' talk 'bout lockdown
F**k lockdown, pop doors, get shot down
I was there on your block, when Ish got run down
And he nearly got gunned down
Spun that whip and his bro got chinged
So I guess it ain't fun now
Make man swim in a river of juice
Might ching him, now he's in a blood pile
Smoking a blunt, no one can stop us
Put 6 in your back like Pogba
Do a movie tryna win me an Oscar
And lemme just get this straight
If she don't give brain, I won't even bother
Got nicked with a 22 inch
The officer said "This blade is a long one"
Free TT he got nicked with a borer
Had to show my runner how to bank that pack
He was moving nervous
We got light and b, what ever you need
That's excellent service
Put 2 in the dots, 6 in the spins
You know the 6ixers are lurking
Put 2 in the dots, 6 in the spins
You know the 6ixers are lurking
Let me tell you about the life I live
If the plug comes 1 gram short
It's his own damn fault, when I burn that bridge
And gangs got unlimited drills
So step out ya door, it's your life you risk
Scrape that food out the pot, that's maximum prof'
When I wrap it in cling
This is the life I live
Fumez the Engineer