Anglo Saxon

[Intro]
I went low, I got tax in
Told Kovo we Anglo-

(I done up a mile, sha-)
I done up a mile, [?]
I keep it near me like an infant child
Bitch, yeah she like my style
Shit, and she ain't got an ounce of doubt
Way back when we did prowl
Genshin, vengeance, it ain't for no clout
They said they're gonna make it foul
Shit, you better go and make a foul
I went low, I got tax in
Told Kovo we Anglo-Saxon
I got rubbed the wrong way by my man
But he don't want that traction
My lil' bro P did run up the whole High Street
He was a fucking captain
I know it's an act, they're acting
So I'm OT with the fiends relapsing
MZ said he ain't there for the talking
Come, we go there and see him
Zee should've received plaque on the wall
For the pack on the market fleein'
They was on school trips, skiing
When my 10-10 was in human beings
Left him pissed like he's peeing
A bando day, so I keep it re'ing
Gave tough talk and discourage
Cah the streets know that them boy there damned
(Please, free my bro TScam
Left his gush in his chest and back)
You was with the hoes, you tramp
I was on the m-way tryna saw this pack
I know they wouldn't tek this risk
Cah it's so sickening when you don't come back
'014 it was kosher
Me, MZ with a matching shank
Up in a band' with smokers
Go clean up and remove them odours
Free bro 5th, we had toasters
Live in the flesh, could've turned them posters
And if we got the whip from Jova's
Me, JaySqueeze, would've done come over
Always look over my shoulder
Testing my luck, no four-leaf clover
One slip on the strip, it's over
Now doctors in the search of donor
FY soak him up, vulture
Fuck, why you think we sold that motor?
I was live in the mot's with Homer
M sipped Maggy, we trade like poker
Big bro told us 'relax
Or it's garn' creep back, all them stupid choices'
This 10-10, it's got voices
All of the cats throwing out, rejoicing
Them niggas ain't talk, just noises
Cah they ain't on piss like toilets
I was 15, probably exploiting
Wrapping my Jane for the [?] of poison
So I ain't gonna hear their shit
When they ain't even near a brick
Bitch, I better clear it quick
Put 5-0-4 on the fearsome strip
They don't wanna hear this drip
That's corn on me like I cleared the fridge
Load whole ones in a 1.6
Now we all gonna feed and give
Hand on my bro get smoked, bro
How we gonna make exceptions?
Cats suffering depression
Tek two puff and injection
And my whole side in correction
Cah we run in the right direction
That 15 was protection
Bro got splashed but it weren't intentions
I swear I weren't meant to
Lat night roll with a bruck-back tender
You talk waps, you pretender
This real life, where the ting on venture
And who stepped there with a soa'?
Why you think they ran off and claimed surrender?
I just hope they remember
How much wrap, put a tax on Spencer
I went low, I got tax in
Told Kovo we Anglo-Saxon
I got rubbed the wrong way by my man
But he don't want that traction
My lil' broski did run up the whole High Street
He was a fucking captain
I know it's an act, they're acting
So I'm OT with the fiends relapsing
Read the game, they're stupid
Lost phone too, I was fucking fuming
Done D, now they accusing
Release me 'til my guilty's proven
Big bro told me 'no bootings
Go kick back with the cats, abusing'
But they're gonna talk on TF'O
Man fill up the tank, get cruising