BrOTHERHOOD

[Verse 1: P Money]
Yo, yo, it could be about you or what one of your friends said
That's got you ducking the feds, hopping the fences
Could've been a mistake or you never meant it
They don't really care, they just know you offended
This is what it's like living your life in trenches
[?] for the tools, gun, knives and wrenches
If you're gonna play then you should be where the bench is
On the sideline with wasteman doing stretches
Look at you bro, you need to breath cous'
But if you stop then you'll get beat up
Panic attack, yeah that's peak bruv
And you got asthma, that's deep bruv
Blue lights, up on your feet cous'
Then you've got your Rolex telling you to speed up
Past saying shut down, mind saying keep up
There's a bush bro, you need to turn into a keeper
Tell them breddas that you're gonna blaze me
Until I run up [?] covered in triggers, it's all crazy
Man, I'm on top of the beef, I'm like gravy
You can never break me, full of bravery
Bringing the hate to me, beef was made for me
Basically nobody here safe from me
No masked face, the face, I'm blatant G
Hit him in the belly so blatantly
Running your mouth will make you be [?]
You can get more than grime from point A to B
I'm an animal and they're just prey to me
So be careful what you say to me
'Cause you ain't gonna get a medal for your bravery
You could get messed up and left in the A&E
Them man are just fake

[Hook: P Money]
Bet you wish you was in the whip now
There's the boydem whip, you're in shit now
Ain't got a chance with a sit down
Heart racing as they spin round
All you'll be thinking is that's it now
Guys on your tail and you ain't with your clique now
Armed response, you don't wanna hear this sound
'Cause it's like Mayweather knocking out a big round
Bet you wish you was in the whip now
There's the boydem whip, you're in shit now
Ain't got a chance with a sit down
Heart racing as they spin round
All you'll be thinking is that's it now
Guys on your tail and you ain't with your clique now
Armed response, you don't wanna hear this sound

[Verse 2: P Money]
I'm hearin' man chattin' i'm sick of the back stabbin'
If you see me backpackin' i'm bringing the black mac in
When i got the mac bangin' they hearin' the rat tattin'
Everybody back trackin' know i'm straight black baggin'
Any back chat and i'm bringing the black mac in
Bare bullets zig zaggin and makin' a mad pattern
You got your dad backin', it's a dad napper
Everybody run around like what happened
When i'm black trackin' i'm back packin' the macs clappin'
Any back chat and i'm name taggin' and black baggin'
All these whack rappers are crap chattin' and crap chattin'
Won't be the paparazzi doing the bap bap
Nobody needs to know whats happened
Any rats try and i'm back trackin' and rat trappin'
I'll be giving man a shock of their life
They'll be zig zappin soon as I start zap zappin'

[Hook: P Money]
Bet you wish you was in the whip now
There's the boydem whip, you're in shit now
Ain't got a chance with a sit down
Heart racing as they spin round
All you'll be thinking is that's it now
Guys on your tail and you ain't with your clique now
Armed response, you don't wanna hear this sound
'Cause it's like Mayweather knocking out a big round
Bet you wish you was in the whip now
There's the boydem whip, you're in shit now
Ain't got a chance with a sit down
Heart racing as they spin round
All you'll be thinking is that's it now
Guys on your tail and you ain't with your clique now
Armed response, you don't wanna hear this sound