[Intro]
Brigade
MKThePlug
Sapphire Beatsz
[Verse 1: Meekz]
Dropped the last ting
Got everyone askin', what's with the mask ting?
Is he wanted? Have they grabbed him?
Is he paid off this rap ting or is he trappin'?
I got fans in the USA, now I can fly packs in
But right now, the mandem are growin' a mad ting
We got UK cheap and eighths for the low
Three-five or five for the 'Dam ting
I paid three G's for the hand ting
Can your block fry plantain?
Free my G's on the landin'
I can tell by the way that my man's actin'
That he's never been locked for the mad ting
Lost it all and remanded
Sat in jail gettin' racks in
Connectin', came home
Got links all over the map now, I'm active
Tek' a time in jail for some daft shit
My last run was good while it lasted
Ten quid on a Tuesday, stupid bastards
Two kids in the bando movin' backwards
Push flake 'til I'm paid, in the grave or landin'
Guess I'm paid off trappin'
If I get locked with opps
I'll rock my sock, I ain't chillin' with snakes on the landin'
I woke up switchin', pissed off at random
Probably cah my bitch never answered
I'm on FaceTime to my G
Go to the strip club and show me the dancers
Fuck the home, I'll imagine
I'll be home 'til my phone in a badness
Home to the roads, gettin' dough for my nanan
Amount of O's that a man made vanish
Shit I did for the dough, man a savage
Manchester, home of the gangsters
I don't trust Insta, my phone or bangers
Anything I do in there is all banters
If it weren't for the feds I'd show you a madness
This ain't promo, if I post a pic with bro-bro
Had the popo doin' mad shit
In the pot got the yolo doin' backflips
Gotta TT the block and OT the magic
I gotta have it, must be habits, rusty, bang it
Country slangin', bunch of has beens
You ain't gangin', changed the game, bare thankin'
Changed the game, better thank him
Young rich shit what the fiends in the band think
Brigade
MKThePlug
Sapphire Beatsz
[Verse 1: Meekz]
Dropped the last ting
Got everyone askin', what's with the mask ting?
Is he wanted? Have they grabbed him?
Is he paid off this rap ting or is he trappin'?
I got fans in the USA, now I can fly packs in
But right now, the mandem are growin' a mad ting
We got UK cheap and eighths for the low
Three-five or five for the 'Dam ting
I paid three G's for the hand ting
Can your block fry plantain?
Free my G's on the landin'
I can tell by the way that my man's actin'
That he's never been locked for the mad ting
Lost it all and remanded
Sat in jail gettin' racks in
Connectin', came home
Got links all over the map now, I'm active
Tek' a time in jail for some daft shit
My last run was good while it lasted
Ten quid on a Tuesday, stupid bastards
Two kids in the bando movin' backwards
Push flake 'til I'm paid, in the grave or landin'
Guess I'm paid off trappin'
If I get locked with opps
I'll rock my sock, I ain't chillin' with snakes on the landin'
I woke up switchin', pissed off at random
Probably cah my bitch never answered
I'm on FaceTime to my G
Go to the strip club and show me the dancers
Fuck the home, I'll imagine
I'll be home 'til my phone in a badness
Home to the roads, gettin' dough for my nanan
Amount of O's that a man made vanish
Shit I did for the dough, man a savage
Manchester, home of the gangsters
I don't trust Insta, my phone or bangers
Anything I do in there is all banters
If it weren't for the feds I'd show you a madness
This ain't promo, if I post a pic with bro-bro
Had the popo doin' mad shit
In the pot got the yolo doin' backflips
Gotta TT the block and OT the magic
I gotta have it, must be habits, rusty, bang it
Country slangin', bunch of has beens
You ain't gangin', changed the game, bare thankin'
Changed the game, better thank him
Young rich shit what the fiends in the band think
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