[Verse 1: Agar]
I was fresh home, three days
Tell me who slapped it
Talk on my name, that's a whole lot of badness
Madness, so you know it's a mad ting
Don't be a victim of one of my shankings
Tape off strips, and I tape off landings
He try run, told broski „grab him“
Broski grabbed him, that's a new package
But, he survived, he's alive
Now we're back on a ride, tryna take a life
Stay saucy, from head to toe
And I bought sauce on, all my knives
Ask my man what happened to him
Had the shank broke, inside his ribs
And they know me, I ain't talkative
No dingers then, walking ting
Anyone slip, they're holding it
Beef like whole in my borough, nuh uh
Still no one can't chat for the kid
Sitting in jail, pray I don't get life
But how I just AM a whole next prick
Broski alert, my shooter, boot her for bro
I'll lock off the whole of the strip
Cah the same way it happened at station
Is the same way it happened on the lane
And the way shit happen round them sides
Shit, I don't know how he's not in the grave
For rims, I do it bait face
Skate out, can't catch me a case
But if I do, then I'll ride that, bang up
And its free me out of the cage
Free broski X, that's my bro from knee-high
I remember we used to share shoes
And I've been doing it for bro, from long time
Shit, that shit ain't nothing new
Told my bitch, „Check your attitude“
I don't know who you're talking to
Last week I burnt like 3 of my jackets
If I be exact then its deffo 2
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