Time Will Tell II

[Intro]
Shell Kartel
Munroe
Mazza, wagwan?

[Verse 1: Young Dizz]
The 6 got serious lead
The news said it was life-threatening
But you only got shot in your leg (Bow)
Your bro got shot in his head (Bow)
Your bredrins left him for dead (Bow)
Shh got shot in his back
Shoulda went to his girls instead (Dickhead)
Young Dizz, I'm the prince of the 6
You can't talk down on my name (No)
Yeah I got touched, but since then
How many niggas got shot in the brain? (Bow, bow)
What they spent on their favourite car (Skrr)
Is what man spent on my chain (You know)
I'm still tryna figure who's faster (Yo)
Is it shh? Or Usain? (Yo, yo)
I told DSav "Be on point" (Yeah)
I just see feds in the rear (I swear)
If there's opps on the mains
I swear I'll slap him, I do not care (Broad day)
How am I beefing these guys?
I actually don't understand
They love my name, I find it weird 'til I understood that they're fans
(Listen) Listen, loaded .12 with the Smitthen
I might grip that ting then dip him
They won't listen, 'til they're missing, rambo ting
Is it the kitchen Latex gloves?
Is it the mixing Star9 jub?
I thought it was glitching
Man got shot then he started bitching (Dickhead)
I got devilish thoughts (Skrr)
I got the drop on my man's yard
So I parked in the opposite porch
This Savbo guy got cheffed like 15 times, pronounced dead at the scene
They brought him back to life
Then he woke up, just to chat all of this greaze
Man can't question the 6 (No way)
I got 2 in the gauge, 3 in the pump
The Star9's gotta hold 6 (I swear)
That's me and Twins, jump out gang, Ed, Edd and Eddy (My niggas)
S came tru' with slugs and smiled
Like "Yo, there’s plenty" (My brudda)
S came tru' with slugs and smiled
Like "Yo, there’s plenty" (Bow, bow, bow)
They wanna know what I'm laughing over (I swear)
I taped off Stratty
S done Gate and H done BCM
That's serious lead (Bow)
I could've got Chubbz too (I swear)
But S wanna do it instead (My nigga)
All of this corn we used
How many yutes got fed?
We ain't blazing in cars
We're going for headshots just like CJ (You know)
I got bail for an AM on the weekend (I swear)
I was riding in Gate next weekday (Real talk)
That's two in the 12 gauge (Yeah)
He got shot by four shells (Yeah)
You know that's bread right
But I should've took more bells (Tan him)

[Verse 2: Striker]
Jump out, tan him, back road splash him
Two in a dotty, or six in the handting
Had Ishmael digital dashing
Caught Pablo, so I stopped and shanked him
Me and Maz up front, don't panic
Krillaz's crib held too much damage
Chubbz got left unconscious
Tommy try run but his clart got cabbaged
Mum asked, "Who done it in Stratford?"
I don't even know what happened
Round them side's, there's too many stabbings
How's S13 still rapping?
I swear Ginge gave him 14 shankings
Let’s spill redrum, stop chatting
The 6 got the pack, man pattern
He's driving safe 'cah the wap's in the wagon
Don't get caught in the field and scream
You're a college kid like that pussio Yanko
Jump out, spill it like Snapple
Wrap that pack, I ain't paying for a rambo
Suttin's getting drenched if I grip on the handle
Jointz got shot and his mate got M'd
And Blackwater man ain't rid, your clart best stay at crib
At Westfield, days with my rambz in the bag
I swear I'm in love with my wifey
3 shanks up that's me and Tiny
Do up your chest, make the pavement slidey
Spin that block then go to the high street
I pray bro drops me a yute like Kylie
Wagwan for the Forest Gate YG's?
Them man there ain't made no crime scenes