Hotbox Freestyle

Part 1

[Verse]
Fucking hell, drill completed I made it out but bro-bro stuck in cells
Feds try come, I got nothin' to sell, I got nothing to say, I got nothing to tell
But how many man have you got down?
You know that the gang-gang's loaded
Way before Covid, they had us on lockdown
Bro showed me one yute, I might know him, but I guess he rocks with the opps now
So I guess mans gotta go show them
Smoke in the ride, mans holding it tight any time that we go patrolling
[...] try run but dropped, and his bredrins watched when bro-bro soaked him
About 1st side ain't on it, we pull up they run, they all turn Sonic
[...] got a ZK stuck in his head, if you saw that you'd probably vomit
Me and bro like Wallice and Gromit, took numerous risks tryna stick to the task
And the task at hand is turning man chronic
Wait, lemme load this cannon, pissed, I ain't tryna get nicked
If I see me an opp, then this toast ain't jamming
Them man rap nothing but cap, all the drills they spoke ain't happened
Cover my face, don't know who banging
And them man doing away games, why? cah' the opps don't come to our stadium
Smoke one of them, I got nothing to say, true say that's nothing but shavings
Them man really ain't on nothing, recruiting rejects, fucking wastemen
Mind who you're rocking, bop with, you can get got if you fuck with paigons
Lemme tell you 'bout taking risks, I took 'nuff and I'll take some more
Welcome to the Tower Hamlets, in my hood, where it rains it pours
Three big shanks in a wizzer, pick up my nigga and make it four
Gangs been violent, opps get bored
Still slide or we pop them doors
Swing knives or we chop with force
The paigons know
Said the paigons know
Bait road, your mate got soaked
This bad one moving's to fast, rah, baby just take it slow
Stain gang, I'ma take your dough
But the opps are wet, all they take is flows
Lurking in a bruck' down vovo, no homo but we made him blow
Still gangs been sliding, late night gliding, hopping out, taping roads
How you still doing up Snapchat, your guy got splashed you was turning ghost
On the other side clothes get ripped, we're the ones that's burning clothes
Aii' cool, you can eat this splashing, but I bet you can't firm this smoke
Like I bet you can't hack this
And I still pray, mashallah, cah' for all my [?] like [?]
Doing up trips, can't find me a soul, so we spin like these neeks ain't active
I know I can't call this beef, please, this ain't no beef, it's practice
On their block, man's doing some tractions. real shit, they ain't on grease, they're actors
Smoke in the ride, if you ain't got gloves don't touch this
We pull up and lungs get punctured, organs ruptured, nigga's don't want this
I know we don't call the police, please, I'ma go get my justice
Them man there doing up track team, and their boy's just frozen
He got two in his back and one in his head, now his head-top's open
Back to the ends, man's bleaching shanks, same way that I burn my clothing
Really on Armed Response, and the gangs patrolling
Smoke in the ride, it'll turn man potent