Feds on my case

(Yeah, yo, yo)
I got the feds on my case tryna bag me again
Got me running through the ends with a bag full of
Peng
Stashing half of the white , hard knock life
Eight fifth for the O got it half that price
And the cars not mine , but i’m still in it
Zinging round east till the grubs done finished
Feds in my lane got me paranoid
Cah it’s 5 years for the car and the food stuffed in it
New school different everyones a g till a body gets dropped
And them yutes start snitching
Them little pricks got the whole ting wrong
Go sing then talk how thе road ting long
Man should tilt hes neck peeled hes head
On my hands i can count all the real g’s left
I ain’t on about man who beef for the ends
Real g’s hit belly’s then eat with their friends
Got a team full of men kids with heart
Ends full of drugs and sticks in parks
Real talk tell em come east london
Ask anyone about the 16 part
16 dargs, 16 cars, 16 yg’s, 16 hearts
We ain’t tryna find love in a bitches heart
Tryna find where the p’s are in a snitches yards
Got the whole ting messed , road ting F
Like all the real dan OG’s left
I stack dough doing hours in my hoodie
Now the yutes splash pro cah the power of the pussy
Ouch’ere in my wooly
Drawed mad fiends
Chicks on my line tell them fall back b
Grinding
I was in an all black tee, black hoodie , black creps with a all black theme
And my mean shades on
Beef ain't long real demons and freemasons
Henny in my cup and the weed cake strong
Life ain’t a game like EA don
There gorillas that swing
Dawgs that bark
Cats climb high everytime that they spark
Pigs turn cats tryna bag a man in
Snakes in the grass still camouflaging
See them, them man are bad for your pockets
Running to the pussy but cash for the profits
Lack for the knowledge splash on the boshes
Real talk it should hold a slap if i’m honest
But it’s calm though everyting tight like cornrow
I ain’t going back to them days where my funds low
And i can swear it on my mothers tryna eat with my team couldn’t care for the others