Return of the Stories

[Intro]
(CW went crazy on 'em, bruv)
(CW, what's the move, man?)

[Verse]
My nigga just done that napping, the seats are red but before they were cream
There's 3 of us in the cage, they want us to break but we're not gonna sing like keem
I was flooding out my watches at the age of 16
Now we invest in the potent shit cah' I got priorities
Nowadays I don't care about the beef, but for my Day 1's I would jump in them Jeeps
Made them shogun tyres screech, and light up the place like my nigga's teeth
It goes down in the streets, this life ain't sweet, I see dead guys in my sleep
And I cannot end up like them, so that's why I stay rolling with 3
I toured that spins like a cowboy, the wap is awfully cheap, check the cow boy
Them man are just bitches in north face jackets, I guess you could call them tomboys
I'm with my glee, and it's close to my knees when I'm in this 4x4 convoy
I can't be around that nigga, cause that nigga ain't a real boy like Roy
As soon as you start to progress, people just love to envy
The hate just becomes more scary, there's numerous man out here tryna end me
And that's why I watch who I roll with, and that's why there's no space in my team
I'm still a savage with my g's, when we starve together, together we eat
It's the fat weirdo from Beckton again
Ayyay just hopped out the Benz, happy as hell cause he copped a new skeng
He gotta be home by 7 so we pattern shit before we go in, and
This is the life he lives, because of 2 guys that told on him
Bro went ahead and brought brand new tings
And there's no need for WD-40
All the waps around us are taken care of, we don't fuck about with jammies
Down the window and I'm sitting calmly
[?], like Billy and Mandy
Been verified before I touched a mic
Send your olders if you dare come at me
My opps dont wait very long with their drip
(Huh) Yeah I'm new to the sticks, (Uh-huh)
But I still cut through the bits
Still round the same guys
Still round the same clips
Still round the same sticks
But with different whips
I still remember when bro blowed it, had me jumping around like a fucking chimp
They can never have chat for us, when we go buss the gates, we get shit lit
Put the star to his chest like Steven Universe, I feel like I am Uzi Vert
With all this dough on my head, I still bop around comfy and still unhurt
I saw my man in a rearview mirror, before you know it the car was in reverse
Niggas know that I'm upping it first
There's no way mummy's seeing me in a hearse
How can you say that someone should come out the cell when they ain't even been to jail, like, are you being for real
Why should he lie for the sake of drill
I had to bring my old flow back, cah' I know certain man were missing it still
Even though I'm on a fucking drill ban, imma' talk my shit and say the roads
Niggas scream that they're the top dog booter
But they ain't got that I banged it still
Certain man have even done switched sides, and started rolling with guys that squeal
I heard my, jumped on a, on my paperwork it's different (Hmm)
Stop talking like you're on, the whole of the ends know that is not how you're built

[Outro]
(Ayo SV, this one's naughty still)
I'm still a savage with my g's, when we starve together, together we eat