[Intro: Dezzie]
Sykes, Sykes
You know, you know
Nastylgia
Yo
[Verse 1: Dezzie, Headie One]
Feds blew off my door for a mad ting, sad ting, talk about tem supply (Ah)
Have you ever sat down in a courtroom, lookin' at life, see your Marj ain't cry? Ayy
Me, I spent time on basic, phonin' bro, tryna keep my head high (You know)
I said 'Bug don't listen enough, he just wanna slide an' let corn fly (Whoosh, whoosh)
How many times do we go there, do it? Thing in the ride tryna make 'em go through it (You know)
Them man had their chance but blew it, knew it, would've hurt more if you threw it (Uh)
New smoke, bro, let's go through it
It could've been an M, the ting never jammed (Uh-uh)
Ride-out's ain't planned, then 'Bug still pay, now opps get blammed
(One)
[Verse 2: Headie One]
My bro been in jail for ten year straight
He still kept the link (Free up, free up)
Alarm bells on Felltham, 9AM, it's a early shift (Brrrah)
Spontaneous glides
Didn't catch an M but we nearly did (Turn)
They see it's lit (Turn)
It really coulda been a 30 wreck (Told me turn, ayy)
Concrete jungle
Us young niggas earnt respect (Told me turn, 'eah)
Stepped on opps, now my stylist scheme down my turtleneck (Turn, turn, turn)
My young boy went and burnt an opp
Came to the block then he burnt that 'ped (S-s-s-suh)
But he put too much petty
I swear he nearly burnt down the rec'
Sykes, Sykes
You know, you know
Nastylgia
Yo
[Verse 1: Dezzie, Headie One]
Feds blew off my door for a mad ting, sad ting, talk about tem supply (Ah)
Have you ever sat down in a courtroom, lookin' at life, see your Marj ain't cry? Ayy
Me, I spent time on basic, phonin' bro, tryna keep my head high (You know)
I said 'Bug don't listen enough, he just wanna slide an' let corn fly (Whoosh, whoosh)
How many times do we go there, do it? Thing in the ride tryna make 'em go through it (You know)
Them man had their chance but blew it, knew it, would've hurt more if you threw it (Uh)
New smoke, bro, let's go through it
It could've been an M, the ting never jammed (Uh-uh)
Ride-out's ain't planned, then 'Bug still pay, now opps get blammed
(One)
[Verse 2: Headie One]
My bro been in jail for ten year straight
He still kept the link (Free up, free up)
Alarm bells on Felltham, 9AM, it's a early shift (Brrrah)
Spontaneous glides
Didn't catch an M but we nearly did (Turn)
They see it's lit (Turn)
It really coulda been a 30 wreck (Told me turn, ayy)
Concrete jungle
Us young niggas earnt respect (Told me turn, 'eah)
Stepped on opps, now my stylist scheme down my turtleneck (Turn, turn, turn)
My young boy went and burnt an opp
Came to the block then he burnt that 'ped (S-s-s-suh)
But he put too much petty
I swear he nearly burnt down the rec'
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