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I was on free flow you was on wing
You was on voluntary I was on gym
You was on blue phone I was on mash
11 months straight that I had the same Zancs
You were putting names in the box, me and my bruddas want the names in the box
I was on my way to my 13th nicking this year and on basic and I just came from the block

If you had face bait like mine, pussy, you wouldn't be in the mix like me
You wouldn't be on 4 on 3 like me, you'll be up north with the freaks and neeks man a real life wire brudda mind out, my normies don't lie you can find out, you in a pool full of sharks brudda climb out
It's all Ribena they gonna wipe down

(yeah)

What you know bout, patterning a toothbrush into a dipperz?
What you know bout, barricading with the mirror and the slippers?
Fights in the landing scuffs in a cell, gassed up Govs wanna run for the bell, I ain't on a gang ting but when I step alot of bruddas round mine get sucked in aswell

High point chattin on the mash with a badderz
Night Govs den come around with the scanners I been swung a bag of times so you know that mans paro, I dont watch nuttin from the pot of my borough
Sleep in the morning I'm all night rangin, 5 nights and then we come and do the same ting
Tell him put me on basic, I got rice anyway and cats wanna take it

Green ting and I got the paper
Six sheets fam I had a great run
[?] and told me take some
£30 canteen before the days done imma, extra brudda I got extra ways, so you know they had to give a brudda extra days, I don't ever follow fashion man set the pace I got bare likkle bruddas I could send for days

(yeah)

So what you know bout badness? I been thru a whole lotta madness
I hid sticks in the cereal Os in the mattress
Tell the young boys go for the practice
Go get a name for yourself there's my man
Now go get a chain for yourself tell ******* I ain't rating his belt
And when you done that **** aswell look

I'm back bigger
Backs bigger my abs thicker
Got my top off lookin like dat nigga
If there's a problem we ain't gotta chat nigga
I can guarantee the works get mash quicker
Drastic, major [?] we melt plastic then put razors in it
You get slashed in the face that'll raise ya skin up
Better put pressure on it till they lace the shit up
It gets messy, blood on your nice clothes
Tell that to your mates when you write home
You ain't gotta ask how I make my dough
You know the whole of the jail blow my crow
We ain't getting high in a no fly zone
Tell a brudda its a no rice zone

(Hahahaa)