(What if he will break my heart)
(You tore it to pieces, and ripped me apart)
The value in life these kids
This next generation, the kids are coming through
And they're killing, they don't care
They don't care about the consequence
It's like, we had a little gang in Luton
It was trap gang, yeah
She likes a lil' gangster, I'm a lil' gangster
Ginger beer with a Maggie or Ciroc and Fanta
I grew up around Mano, original gangster
With SK selling - out the back of a Astra
Will I grow up? Probably not, I love banter
Rest in peace, bro's granny passed away from cancer
Conversations with my bro, about the here-after
Is it heaven? Or the essence that your soul capture
Them men are known cappers, I roll with known cappers
Cat C damage, leave your whole whip battered
I told the streets, let me breathe, I feel so haggard
Paralysis when I sleep, made my soul panic
I ain't sleeping on my bed if I'm alone, damn it
I fall asleep on my sofa with ho's bagging
Drill a stick before you bang it, check it work's habit
It's like I ate a dry sandwich, how there's no jam in
The way I'm livin', I'm not likely to stop it
I'm on a mission, and my life's the deposit
We don't talk, we don't gossip
Look lux' but the cops, can't stop talkin' (ayy)
I'm only judging a man, by his morals and principals
My steak-man is invisible
I learned the game from Trap Gang, the originals
Hold it down, shh, shh, that's the minimal
Pull out wit' them big machines but the ain't meant for washing
Choppa like a guillotine, I'll put 'em a coffin
I treat yayo like a baby, when I put it in the cradle
But instead, I just the label when I rock it
Double up my dough, maxing my profit
Bane ain't always easy, and the teezy when you factor in the losses
Heard them hating niggas, really wishing I dead
But I must be in their, if my name's the hot topic
Birds of a feather flock together, and gossip
Aram caught that man, talking to the pork sausage
And you know we don't talk to officers in no office
Bibles and crosses, or pirates and porridge
If you steppin' out don't ever ride with a novist
Free M'lafa, that's my nigga for life, man I promise
Bagging up these Henry's, this lifestyle's horrid
But I gotta double up this commerce, you feel me?
Changed my ways a lot, but I'm still me
It's been a long time since my last "not guilty"
But I don't want another case unless it's full of grub that's milky, or
Full of hella money that's filthy
Always got a poker face, no matter what they deal me
At the top, I will be
Laughing on the throne, with my crown, and my staff
Full of diamonds, and my robe, looks silky
Ain't you know? This the OG and that's the real G
The way I'm livin' I'm not likely to stop it
I'm on a mission, and my life's the deposit
We don't talk, we don't gossip
Look lux' but the cops, can't stop talkin' (ayy)
I'm only judging a man, by his morals and principals
My steak-man is invisible
I learned the game from Trap Gang, the originals
Hold it down, shh, shh, that's the minimal