Luke Skywalker

[Chorus]
Everything's in order, everyone talk 'bout boxes when they're reing up on a two bill quarter
The hood's on lock, it's crime on their block cah' the ride out gang's on torture (Real shit)
It was five young G's with long lightsabers, coming like Luke Skywalker
I really put things in order (I do), 23 hours I was banged up, had me racked up with drugs 'round the corner (Stress)
Like, back on the landing I set pace, don't watch face and I can't stand talkers
Big hand ting, or the long one on the backroad with the Bro's like Warnеr (Uhuh)
And five-O still wanna do me, they movе bookey, harass man like stalkers (Why)

[Verse 1]
I wouldn't rap 'bout a one pop dotty, I wouldn't mention a .32 spin (Nah)
I see a samurai long like high road, and a rambo little like Kim
I can never take chat from a grandad, I got bullets for little kids (Uhuh)
This long ting can't fit in the man-bag, barrel come like some twins (Bow!)
I piss of the mandem, love all the badness, really should still to my talent (Sorry)
I need teeth for the banger, I beat that mazza, .38 gon' beat like a badders (Sorry)
They went me in cell side, hearing jail lies, bro got done by his cell side (Huh?)
So my phone's at home if I back that pole, I'm really tryna hit man's head side (Bow, bow)
Tel Money just rap about Stokey, Tel Money just rap about opps
I can rap about a nine of each, gone in a week, that's half a box (Real life)
Bae's in Stoke, was flames, and every London man want a shot
Any IC3 man see get a strip search after the stop (Mad)

[Chorus]
Everything's in order, everyone talk 'bout boxes when they're reing up on a two bill quarter
The hood's on lock, it's crime on their block cah' the ride out gang's on torture (Mad)
It was five young G's with long lightsabers, coming like Luke Skywalker
I really put things in order (I do), 23 hours I was banged up, had me racked up with drugs 'round the corner (Uhuh)
Like, back on the landing I set pace, don't watch face and I can't stand talkers (Stressed)
Big hand ting, or the long one on the backroad with the Bro's like Warner (Uhuh)
And five-O still wanna do me, they move bookey, harass man like stalkers (Why)

[Verse 2]
On the back round with 2 asbo's and their rambo's, anything trip, or slip, get mash up, stab up, do him up casual (Sorry)
Five-O got the whole gang locked, and this war nearly turned man bankrupt, young G's get round there in an Astra
When they see rambo's looking like Santa, when they see gang roll up, they scatter (Scatter)
Said they too damn light, It was me and Kritz up in a trap-house, two wap's out, yeah, suttin' gon' die (True story)
Please don't waste my time, In the ding dong with the baby nine, IC3 get sprayed on sight (Bow!)
Bang that mash and see man fly, ask the streets if I been that guy

[Chorus]
Everything's in order, everyone talk 'bout boxes when they're reing up on a two bill quarter (Two bills)
The hood's on lock, it's crime on their block cah' the ride out gang's on torture (Uhuh)
It was five young G's with long lightsabers, coming like Luke Skywalker
I really put things in order (I do), 23 hours I was banged up, had me racked up with drugs 'round the corner (Mad)
Like, back on the landing I set pace, don't watch face and I can't stand talkers (Stressed)
Big hand ting, or the long one on the backroad with the Bro's like Warner (Yeah)
And five-O still wanna do me, they move bookey, harass man like stalkers (Mad)