The Truth 2.0

[Intro]
The opps aren't on any crud
If you claim North Acton, Northolt, Greenford or Bush, you’re a fucking punk (Ha)
Hilzz made this
Sinsehh
Ever since this beef kicked off, I wanted to ride out every day
Ask about me, I cheffed those breds, why you think Young Butch got stabbed or corned
Yo, everybody knows I'm a paigon, I beef most other gangs in West
Yo, yo, yo yo, yo

[Verse 1]
Bush yutes ain't OJ, if you rep that gang then you should be ashamed (Yeah)
All of these Northolt youts, they're tired, I don't know why they try talk on my name (Why?)
I would've put Rats' blood on my knife, but course he started dashing away (Uh)
And I tried headshot Smallz that night, he's lucky 'cause that gun just jammed in his face (Bow)
Ask about me, I cheffed old friends, why you think Young Butch got stabbed or carved (Haha)
He would have got cheffed a second time, but instead he screamed and ran to his yard (What the fuck?)
I ain't heard from G Billz since he got ran over and left to bleed at the scene (Urgh)
I bet you when he sees a bookey car go past that he gets PTSD (Haha)
And you'll note Eman got his stomach turned inside out when he got bored up (Ouch)
His best friend Gwopz just ran off and left him there, that's out of order (What the fuck?)
Bush yutes need to stop recruiting nerds and get their gang in order (Why's that?)
'Cause when the mandem G-checked Young Fdot he claimed that he’s a footballer
Why you think KG moved out of London? (Why?)
'Cause the pressure in ends is a madting (How?)
His mom nearly got hit by some bullets but that was just target practice (Haha)
If it weren’t us it was CGM but shout out South Ealing too
When broski backed that shotty on Blocky and Longz he tried put them on the news (Come on)
Yo, the opps aren't on any crud (No)
If you claim North Acton, Northolt, Greenford or Bush, you’re a fucking punk (Ha)
Let me just get this straight (Gang)
Ever since this beef kicked off, I wanted to ride out everyday (Come on)
Jump in the ride with a loaded wap, try to make things escalate

[Chorus]
Real talk, the truth is horrific
The opps can't stand my lyrics
And I don't need to lie on tracks
Everything that I say, I live it
If I said I'm on you, you're finished
We got all of the paigons timid
Still lurk on anyone's block
And show them the real definition of drilling

[Verse 2]
Yo, let me keep it one hunna' (Yes)
This year's gonna be a very hot summer (Okay)
And Dotty don't mash any work, when bro brucked him, he turned into a runner (Nyoom)
How many times have I gone Westfield broad daylight just to do my shopping (Haha)
But it was Ealing Broadway where YS and his bredrin nearly got it (Okay)
Bro, what's all the talk about South (What)
There's no way I can call them paigon (Why that?)
That beef got cancelled the day I saw niggas running inside a fed station (What the fuck?)
Don’t you think 12World’s got a lot to say for a gang that ain’t on nothing? (True)
S1 has gotta be the most embarrassing thing to come out of West London (Haha)
12Anti think it's calm to get violated and then do nothing (Nothing)
And the older bros are disgusting, big grown men still chatting to young ting (Ugh)
And I don't give a fuck about verbal, gunshots are louder than anyone's voice (Bow)
Told the driver "stay ready, the estate's waking up when they hear this noise" (Bow, bow)
Yo, everybody knows I'm a paigon (Like that)
I beef most other gangs in West (Come on)
I was seventeen tryna lotion the gyal 'cause I needed a spot for skengs (Throwback)
We don't fuck with the rest of the hood, cos the rest of the hood fucks with them (True)
It's calm for now but when we pull up, I don't care if you're sitting on the fence (Bow, bow)

[Chorus]
Real talk, the truth is horrific
The opps can't stand my lyrics
And I don't need to lie on tracks
Everything that I say, I live it
If I said I'm on you, you're finished
We got all of the paigons timid
Still lurk on anyone's block
And show them the real definition of drilling