More Than Rap Potter Payper (Ft. Skrapz)

[Verse 1: Potter Payper]
I’m rolling with six in a four
Cutting through the eleventh
I’m from the home of the hammers
City of the gunners
Can’t tell me ‘bout runners
Don’t run shit, I run lines they run errands
Bando tenants
Sippin on Tennants
Kill man for pittance
Only if you let them like
Remember that time we had to run through hell
[?] tryna shave man’s melon, shit
I witnessed boys turn men in my section
Hill town, BK, Custom House, Beckton
And we can never snitch nah that’s out of the question
Real back in stylе, back like I never lеft them
Kittys still call me I ain’t even gotta text them
My youngers still ride like it’s Epsom
Down if you mention
Any type of tension
Oh we dem boys with them fifty pound pendants
And fifty round drums every time we go [?]
Real life members
Kill me if I ain’t got Muni through his sentence
On some real G remembrance
I told the same story twice
Black tracky and this grey .45
I’m still trappy in the same 95s
It’s not just rap g don’t be playing with your life
Cah if you know then you know already
I lost friendship with so many
So that dream got sold already
Straight drop on an instrumental
And now I rap, shit I’m influential
Real life though these kids are mental
He had a bag for his pens and pencils
Now there’s just one big machete
We all live it just at different levels
Same hell just different devils
I’m just praying that they don’t forget me
I’m just praying that they don’t forget me