Still In The Hood

[Intro]
M1OnTheBeat

[Verse 1: Al Chubbino]
Still in the hood, we ain't clear though
I'm still here though
Man I'm over there and over there's Ghost
Speaking from a fence line
Man don't care, stop gassing 'bout your dead line
Like what's a half a notes
You got money on the net
But your crep, man laugh at those
Took a break off rap, KO's on the map
Still screaming free my guys
Right now it's a ghost if I back my knife
Can't walk in my shoes, they are not your size
Shh got wrapped up twice
One month in Thameside, I wrapped up rice
No girl to hold me down
AJ on the wing, when I'm rolling round
Wherever I am, I hold this crown
More than 10 years, I own this ground
Took a break off rap, V9's on the map
Well man know me, I own this sound
Don't act silly, one call I get trap giddy
I told G-Trap to rap, he just acts iffy
A man got CR, shout my nigga BR
Fuck your gang, Imma always back Jimmy
On a really though
I do you, that's a bird like imperial
Gets around like a merry-go
The jakes know I'm in a hole like a cheerio
You ain't never been active
You've always been a actor
You ain't never been a trapper
Can't tell me about rapping
I make a nigga bag up
£40 a package, you ain't never been a trap nigga
Tell the truth
I'm 24 and I ain't made the news
And every time I hit the booth
I talk about how I whipped up food
I lost some grams but fuck that, I just lost my nan
Free the can, screaming free the can
Fuck cops, you wouldn't understand
You're not from the same block as man

[Verse 2: KO]
(M1OnTheBeat)
Still in the hood like my head and neck
Hot step, we ain't tecking check
Get it done on ped, grab a skeng and rev
Back then would've took a trek
You ain't never had to deal food
Did a drill and move and leave no real clues
Two bugs up tryna spill juice
Still in the hood, what's a mil views?
Block life
Ain't whipping pots so I still gotta ask what the rocks like
Still gotta pass over opp sides, show them we're not sized
Get bud boxes on consign
Flood your strip, I ain't confined
Fuck the pigs, we won't comply
Free my clique, they can't stop time
Homerton 9, been 'em hot guys
Load up, let shots fly, straight out the barrel
Hope you get hit with these teeth, no enamel
12 shells, red, green and fat like an apple
Free Reeks, he's one nicked with the white like chapel
My dargs in the pen, no kennel
Lifestyle's stressful, if they grab A it's for trees and BE2's been nicked with the green like Bethnal
I'm in the middle of the field, I play central
Wrapped in my wordplay, special
None of them boy there levels, this shits mental
My brothers tell me K roll patterned
Beefs on sight, these 9's ain't for fashion
You're just a actor, ain't been 'bout action
Squeeze 'till it's done, don't ration
Things don't work, they need grease like Athens
You ain't your own g, you're blaggers
Just following the lead of your captains
Life I live, shit happens, could never leave my bro just abandoned
Mans behind the 4x4, big wagon
Crash man, that's his ting flattened
Free my bros in bin, we on the road still ducking CIDs
When it's that time and we ride on other bits
With a cut or sticks, aiming to touch up skin
Anytime we see them guys you know whips will spin

[Outro]
M1OnTheBeat