Lights Off

[Verse 1: Spender]
What gunshot, ducking in fear
Talking all this shit like you're ready for Spare
I spare no-one, guns I own a lot of 'em
I ain't heard you scream, yet feds still on the scene I bet
I'm a vet, who the fuck you think you're dealing with?
Been on the strizzy scene from I reached my teens
I never give up, I'll rather keep my gun up
I ride or die, these pricks would rather hide
Fuck wearing a vest, I wear an S on my chest
Plus, I've been raised and trained by the best
So don't slip, I'm in the station straight interrogation
Straight timewasting, but P's is still making
No comment as I told you before
What you think my mind's changed 'cause you're telling me four?
"Four letter bird that you're looking at mate"
With a grin on my face, they can see if I break
I ain't a singer, I ain't no beginner
So the pussyhole feds I tell are too fucking inna
Enter the hell cells thinking bout bail
In the back of my head, it's telling me I'm on a spell
No bail, so I'm headed for jail
Hit the pen, here we go again
And all these pricks talking 'bout bricks and sticks
Stack sticks, empty clips
When it's on, turn 'em off
Lights on, lights off
It's that simple, aim for the temple
Mum thinks I'm mental, war gets dismantled

[Chorus: Spender]
When it's on, turn 'em off
Lights on, lights off
When it's on, turn 'em off
Gloves on, gloves off
When it's on, turn 'em off
Lights on, lights off
When it's on, turn 'em off
Gloves on, gloves off

[Verse 2: Fem Fel]