The Hatch

[Intro]
(Smigz on the beat)
(Bullet)
Ayy, free all my fuckin' SADs, man
R.I.P. the fallen, man
R.I.P. my nigga Adilla
R.I.P. Itch, innit
Spot shit, drop shit, cops can't stop shit, ayy

[Verse]
I'm stuck in the trap with the cats
If the door gets swagged, then the luck it's just goin' away
I say from the bottom of my heart, they didn't kill A
I don't beef STK
Heard that my Lambeth opps linked up with them, but they still got nothin' to say
Both got somethin' in common the [?] got a fetish for killin' their mates
We're the real jump out gang in TOG
Since five got five in a day
Point-blank when Dosh got shot in his face
Parkrange where **** got put in his place
I don't beef none of them yutes from the Gay'
They upset L shanked Manzy's face
On the ride, straight ding dong sporty
Go over there, I told bro, "Drive slow"
Who's that? What's that? Jump out, spot that and got that, been doin' it on Wandsworth Road
Live on the pitch, I ain't talkin' Tulse
Get riddled with bullets from your head to your toes
Niggas get shot and never make it home
Dingers get copped and burnt like clothes
Roupell days, I was fully involved
Shank on my waist with my mask and hoodie
Top floor, we was live in the block, we had toys in the bag, fuck Buzz and Woody
Old school step, we're five man deep
Tryna SAD when we lurk for rookies
**** double back, he's **** pass, other than that, he's a pussy
GY, R6, T Trap and Itch
Thirty plus if we're countin' civs
All of my SADs take risks
Does she love me? This is the life I live
**** go live with his sis, I'm smokin' Reckz and takin' the piss
Perm and Stompz gets mixed with chip
I got S in the roll, bro, fling me the rizz
Bro, fling me the rizz