[Chorus]
In the ride tryna make it home
Big waps tryna take off domes
Really tryna do man proper
Only school boys will bring their phones
Got rid of my favourite tracky
Couldn't think twice, it had to go
Or it would've been Serco trips
And waking up to early soc'
Now I'm more focused on bands
Cah ridin' don't make me dough
But I fell in love with ridin'
So for now I'ma have to do both
If he fucks with the opps
He gets smoke from his head to toe
In the field I strike and shoot
Ronaldo, the way I finesse these goals
[Verse]
Sit back, laugh with the gang
Watchin' these opp boys lie on tracks
Last time that punk saw me he ran
So don't know why he's got all this chat
These punks wanna splash on shoes
Me, I'd rather splash on a brand new wap
What's some loubs gonna do
When I hop out the ride with the dots and double tap?
Still out 'ere taking risks
The things I've seen, no, you wouldn't believe
And the feds tryna get me birded
Suttin' got smoked and they're blamin' me
Feds at my door again, no uniform, it was CID's
Wanna take me back to the wing
That's hella Big Bang and ITV
Time is money and no, I ain't wasting time, no way, I'm fine
And if I ever get grabbed I won't cry
Cah I know it was worth the crime
I was movin' young and dumb
Used to sleep with smoke in the crib
If feds would've spun my drum
That would've been CB gone for a bit
Now man step correct
One phone call and that ting's on deck
Them punks try shoot at my friends
So I got that skeng and shot one of them
This is the truth I'm saying
Civilians call this terror but me, I just call this playin'
You don't wanna sleep with the fishes
Get 'round there and show them drillin's
But now I gotta move on point
I ain't tryna join my friends in prison
I know that I might sound fucked
But I only wanna see them in visits
My nigga say it's all love
Give me the green light and I'll drill it
But now I can't trust a soul
All I trust is this rusty pole
All the ice you got on froze
Ain't gonna change that your boy turned ghost
All these bells in the clip ain't enough
No way, I need unlimited smoke
Lurk on your block, late night patrols
Still out 'ere in broad day scoring goals
In the ride tryna make it home
Big waps tryna take off domes
Really tryna do man proper
Only school boys will bring their phones
Got rid of my favourite tracky
Couldn't think twice, it had to go
Or it would've been Serco trips
And waking up to early soc'
Now I'm more focused on bands
Cah ridin' don't make me dough
But I fell in love with ridin'
So for now I'ma have to do both
If he fucks with the opps
He gets smoke from his head to toe
In the field I strike and shoot
Ronaldo, the way I finesse these goals
[Verse]
Sit back, laugh with the gang
Watchin' these opp boys lie on tracks
Last time that punk saw me he ran
So don't know why he's got all this chat
These punks wanna splash on shoes
Me, I'd rather splash on a brand new wap
What's some loubs gonna do
When I hop out the ride with the dots and double tap?
Still out 'ere taking risks
The things I've seen, no, you wouldn't believe
And the feds tryna get me birded
Suttin' got smoked and they're blamin' me
Feds at my door again, no uniform, it was CID's
Wanna take me back to the wing
That's hella Big Bang and ITV
Time is money and no, I ain't wasting time, no way, I'm fine
And if I ever get grabbed I won't cry
Cah I know it was worth the crime
I was movin' young and dumb
Used to sleep with smoke in the crib
If feds would've spun my drum
That would've been CB gone for a bit
Now man step correct
One phone call and that ting's on deck
Them punks try shoot at my friends
So I got that skeng and shot one of them
This is the truth I'm saying
Civilians call this terror but me, I just call this playin'
You don't wanna sleep with the fishes
Get 'round there and show them drillin's
But now I gotta move on point
I ain't tryna join my friends in prison
I know that I might sound fucked
But I only wanna see them in visits
My nigga say it's all love
Give me the green light and I'll drill it
But now I can't trust a soul
All I trust is this rusty pole
All the ice you got on froze
Ain't gonna change that your boy turned ghost
All these bells in the clip ain't enough
No way, I need unlimited smoke
Lurk on your block, late night patrols
Still out 'ere in broad day scoring goals
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