Lights Out

[Verse]
I can sell bricks, I don't need to rap
Buj so peng it makes the fiends collapse
Cook that coca into crack
I was selling Z's while you was in your bed
They don't want beef, they call the feds instead
City of God, I'm like Knockout Ned
Me and my brother Cas and my brother Fem
C-Class, E-Class, rolling through the fucking ends
Disrespect Tem, let the beef commence
Possession with intent, body found in Kent
You don't put in work, why you lying for?
You've never sold work, why you lying for?
I'm strapped with an iron, I ain't lying darg
These niggas only rappers, they're just rapping darg
Diss my set, you gon' bleed to death
Just spoke to Tiny Boost, real nigga riding ten
Nigga live and learn, live with no regrets
One thousand grams, yeah this shit's correct
Blackz tell me akh, fuck this beef shit
We gon' get this money and then squeeze clips
Catch my team shopping up in Region
Or Kings Road, Sloane Square
Broke ass niggas, broke the whole year
If that strip popping I'ma go there
Gotta get this money for my daughter and my old dear
Fuck these fuck niggas, nigga fuck niggas
When I was up in Belmarsh looking life
I was on my knees akhi, day and night
I'll bust a murder charge nigga, no sweat
Gangster squad, feds on my whole set
They know I shot (shh) five times
Can't prove it though, it's only music though
Real killer business, only real niggas need to know
If this spinner blows, hit his dome, he'll be critical
In negotiation with my allies
Only talking spinach nigga, Popeye
Catch that nigga slipping, nigga bye-bye
Shooting with the longest gun, taller than a high-rise
In the barbershop talking drug deals
Or stick-ups, find out where he picks up
We know where he lives cause my nigga fucks his sister
The shooter's getting wrapped, zoot in a Rizla
Loops in a ringer, 9mm and spinner
They got hold of Snap, he'll be home right after winter
AG jeans and my MA tee
Money motivated nigga, live your dreams
Jezzy tryna tell me she's in love with me
Puma suede kicks when I'm up in the streets
I love my nigga Post, free my niggas akh
Cutting through Tooting with a different yat
Shoes Kurt Geiger looking sick and that
These niggas say they're trappers, where's your bricks and that?
Niggas talking shit and I'm sick of that
I'ma kill that nigga, put a Jim on that