That’s Air P Money (Ft. Little Dee & Manga Saint Hilare)

[Verse 1: P Money]
Everyday hood settings
Uber, four youts, "quick, get him!"
Blue lights, ambulance, another wetting
This one killed the son of his mum's bredrin
Hood knows, not guessing
Police still ain't got a clue, I'm betting
Airports, we get a serious checking
So how the fuck did all of these Rambos get in?
Look how many weapons you've let in
I've got a son so of course I'm fretting
Posting pics about weapons you've seized
When you're the ones making the weapons man's getting
Crime rate stats mean nothing
When you pussyholes ain't down here actually checking
How many daughters and sons fell victim
And don't report it because they feel threatened? (Answer that)
Right now there's a young boy being gassed up
To do something he don't need to
How many olders can say they've actually helped
Any one of the youts they speak to?
You sent them country
They came back gwopped up, thinking "we don't need you"
Now you've got a gun to your head, getting robbed
Because he was a G too