Part 1
[Intro]
It's Unknown T, Homerton B, yes
It's Homerton B
Listen
[Verse 1]
The tables turned, you can firm that L
My hood on obb's, the feds got my freedom held
I spent 19 months on bail
Now I got to balance the rap and cells
We daysing cunch at the end of the week, I shell
Look, sponsor the block and bang on the streets as well
Listen, stop talking shit in the jailhouse, ride off your birdie akh
The boys can't gas when they come 9 block, we ride straight back
We bop with pokes to knife out backs
All day when we cut tru' the 8, shit 'den where's all the traces at?
Link up with my sweet-skin ting, I got love for my paigon yat
We slap loads of sweets for the team, don't act
My nigga done shut down flats, you get gassed of a one odd ride, but my teammates back
Bells get worked on blocks and the paigons dash, hold on, what's with the chit and the chat?
Listen, 9 gang step out we ain't got no patience
Turn a yute on a fence to a paigon
I got my bro, if he got cheek or beef at any location
2 man, no Freddy and Jason, a young boy 'round there held a shaving
It's been said in my Mad About Bars
More time, I am being complacent
I told man that the pixels shaken
'Dem boy don't chill on their block no more, shit den, it all vacated
Fuck dat, man been on your block bare times and I still buss [?] treman
Be careful bro when your barking teeth or close to the Stokey station
Get close to the whip, I'm baking
Listen, violent waps, my goons are dangerous
More time man been a [?], why? Cah I bussed dem cases
My opps, my opps don't know about 'leave no traces'
Free the yutes in cages, how many man been splashed on the opp block, more time the chats frustrating
Cah most of them yutes been ruffed
He got touched and he got touched so what's all the fuss
A man tried to send death threats on the net but opps can't fuck with the tug
And them man dere tried to mention man, we roll up and do man properly
All I know is tugs in my squady, too gully
Listen, roll on your block and ping like berry
Come beef me, the cartel are ready, I'm in the 4 door tryna bark already
Might chop this shotty, you're holding the dots too long cah the bitch too heavy
Bill got slapped on basic, next day he had to rob that telly, I said he had to rob that telly
Treat them bits like a opp bitch, man just bang, you can take this shank
And it ain't the truth you're telling, [?] ready
Winter's popping, the beef gets cracking, more time I chip my readies
It ain't the truth you're telling, [?] ready
[Intro]
It's Unknown T, Homerton B, yes
It's Homerton B
Listen
[Verse 1]
The tables turned, you can firm that L
My hood on obb's, the feds got my freedom held
I spent 19 months on bail
Now I got to balance the rap and cells
We daysing cunch at the end of the week, I shell
Look, sponsor the block and bang on the streets as well
Listen, stop talking shit in the jailhouse, ride off your birdie akh
The boys can't gas when they come 9 block, we ride straight back
We bop with pokes to knife out backs
All day when we cut tru' the 8, shit 'den where's all the traces at?
Link up with my sweet-skin ting, I got love for my paigon yat
We slap loads of sweets for the team, don't act
My nigga done shut down flats, you get gassed of a one odd ride, but my teammates back
Bells get worked on blocks and the paigons dash, hold on, what's with the chit and the chat?
Listen, 9 gang step out we ain't got no patience
Turn a yute on a fence to a paigon
I got my bro, if he got cheek or beef at any location
2 man, no Freddy and Jason, a young boy 'round there held a shaving
It's been said in my Mad About Bars
More time, I am being complacent
I told man that the pixels shaken
'Dem boy don't chill on their block no more, shit den, it all vacated
Fuck dat, man been on your block bare times and I still buss [?] treman
Be careful bro when your barking teeth or close to the Stokey station
Get close to the whip, I'm baking
Listen, violent waps, my goons are dangerous
More time man been a [?], why? Cah I bussed dem cases
My opps, my opps don't know about 'leave no traces'
Free the yutes in cages, how many man been splashed on the opp block, more time the chats frustrating
Cah most of them yutes been ruffed
He got touched and he got touched so what's all the fuss
A man tried to send death threats on the net but opps can't fuck with the tug
And them man dere tried to mention man, we roll up and do man properly
All I know is tugs in my squady, too gully
Listen, roll on your block and ping like berry
Come beef me, the cartel are ready, I'm in the 4 door tryna bark already
Might chop this shotty, you're holding the dots too long cah the bitch too heavy
Bill got slapped on basic, next day he had to rob that telly, I said he had to rob that telly
Treat them bits like a opp bitch, man just bang, you can take this shank
And it ain't the truth you're telling, [?] ready
Winter's popping, the beef gets cracking, more time I chip my readies
It ain't the truth you're telling, [?] ready
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