Private Ryan

[Intro]
Sebz Beats baby
Old school fifth like Fila
My come up was real and see through
Me in the jailhouse pissed
But bro still cracked man's shell like seafood

[Verse 1]
Damn, I was just bando basin', watchin' the TT change him
Never had no food line given
I found them kittens, I kept engagin'
Free D cah I love my brother
When man took cover, the sky weren't rainin'
I put fifty five on these J's
I ain't in the rain cah the J's all sueded
Situation, Freddy and Jason
S done a madness tryna go do him
Already gave him ying like Asian
Olympic racin', we ain't into it
I was in school just paper tracin'
I trace this paper, this shit feels great now
I really done Don King that evenin'
The neighbours sleepin', they all awake now
Seventeen, eighteen in breakdowns
Mum said 'you need a lucky break'
The X5 had me hid for hours
Like one big coward with no escape
I'm in the bando livin' off takeout
12:01 when they shut them shutters
I put spots on my ting like breakout
Them niggas ain't for it, they showin' their colours
The little opp boys know my brothers
For bando figures and soakin' cutters
Two hotlines and a pole this summers
I hate when the junks are broke, on mothers
You know white look dark in wraps
But it's white inside like Uncle Ruckus
Free up the strip
Bare bang-bang on the strip and faith in a rusty wap
Lil bro P was loose with the cannon
Them man just rappin', he had it on tap
Up the country, travellin' map
I was fillin' up junks and travellin' back
I swear I can't wait 'til they release D
We was in the deep end just paddlin' crack
She really done four on the mots' for me
But I don't even want that Manny ting back
Duckin' a van with wraps in my hand
Th junkies all tapped, they capture the gang
Half a pole just slapped at a man
We take the pole back like Capture the Flag
Lil bro taps two clamps on a van
I told my big cuz 'put tax on a van'
Really told Rich we need to get rich
He said we got stick to camp and attack

[Chorus]
The boydem stuck on my skin like lupus
And we can't afford this pull
DB need cruise control for the cruisin'
Two hundred miles up North
And we're gonna come right back down with a new ting
I never ate, I'm hungry
I swing that tickle or I swing that new ting
I weren't home for the Easter
Mum said, "Son, you're a dealer"
And fly off the pan like Peter
Punk out in a junk house, it's fryin'
They're lyin' for social media
Try and the mandem's eager
Big two pipe and a smoke, no shisha
He needed savin', Private Ryan

[Verse 2]
Bando livin', I'm shattered
I'm wakin' up to the junkies shaggin'
Man do Olympic relay run over there, never need no baton
M put weight on a two ton shiny metal, it ain't from Hatton
And I don't know nuttin' 'bout retail workin'
Burstin', I made it happen
Doin' up bando cotches
Tell bae, don't fear for my life
I don't leave out without bae on my boxers
Grown men runnin' in pubs
Fuck, they ain't run in for Fosters
S Trap in the pass' with gas
I hit the floor mat cah the Astra blocked us
Put dutty shells in the whooper
Rise up, put rise on your roster
MZ told me this spin must wheel up
Old school fifth like Fila
My come up was real and see through
Me in the jailhouse pissed
But bro still cracked man's shell like seafood
He was leakin' Vimto
Hit him so he don't rap 'bout what he been through
Told cuzzy respec' his health
Bro-bro doin' up five-a-day
S got aim but he lost his nut when buss that
Bro, he's a mile away
Soft like bae in the kitchen pot
Destruct a pack, no China plate
Two-two puff on a two-two servin'
Junk heads ringin' me down like bae

[Chorus]
The boydem stuck on my skin like lupus
And we can't afford this pull
DB need cruise control for the cruisin'
Two hundred miles up North
And we're gonna come right back down with a new ting
I never ate, I'm hungry
I swing that tickle or I swing that new ting
I weren't home for the Easter
Mum said, "Son, you're a dealer"
And fly off the pan like Peter
Punk out in a junk house, it's fryin'
They're lyin' for social media
Try and the mandem's eager
Big two pipe and a smoke, no shisha
He needed savin', Private Ryan

[Outro]
MZ told me this spin must wheel up
Old school fifth like Fila
My come up was real and see through
Me in the jailhouse pissed
But bro still cracked man's shell like seafood