JukeBox - Off License

Real talk these shots need links
Them man go chipper for salted chips
Free my jigga that one got nicked
Life's real mad when you're taking risks
Lick 'pun lick the crime too lit
The block too hot we're sparkin' it
Them lads over there love talkin' shit
They won't give lip when their heads get licked
Outchere trynna make these figures but your mcm wants gucci slippers
Bottle him for the cap he's livin' kids 'round here see steals in livers (uh uh)
Harsh words so I hope they feelin', the madness written, the shit I'm spittin'
Peel ears so I know they listen
Filled with grief but I keep on sinnin'

Swear the block too lit
Heat got you when the fever hits
Get G-checked when you're givin' lip
Mad thing, we in the mix of it

I'm tired of waitin' 'cause they've got my Unc on probation
Say no words when locked in the station
Pepper them pigs they wanna know what I'm bakin'
It's a street life hustle, fuckin' up the game but yo I ain't playin'
Words like bullets, they just keep sprayin'
Niggas right here finna get what I'm sayin'
Movin' the weight that cargo
Yeah, losin' the weight like lipo
That's mad though, 6 am runnin' from 5O
Wagwan - What's up - What's good - What's goody
Everythin' fresh in the hood, no Boogie
Preein' gyal all I see is cookie, then she go feel the buzz in her head from the woody (ucky)
Bounce from spot to spot right here for the money
Feds patrollin', why they givin' lip on the block - madder man were lucky
Give your bitch vitamin D 'cause here in Dublin it's barely sunny
Pull up your drawers hun, I just want ucky
They come with child's play, that's funny
They don't know I'm mad like Chucky

Swear the block too lit
Heat got you when the fever hits
Get G-checked when you're givin' lip
Mad thing, we in the mix of it

Big boy stop frontin' - stuntin' - man up and show me somethin'
They all like talk but they don't do nothin'
I see them wafflin', I see them muppets
Man I ain't got the time for that
Real shit in life I rap, the candles lit and they're wearing black
R.I.P. to the fallen lads
Bun that easy, lightwork
Tinny temper, mazza
Spare me the lecture
Your aul one's gone off on a bender
Pigs go crazy 'cause the beef I season - so I can't forget about the pepper (never)
Rockstar with all this leather, leave that right in the center
Don't sleep on the blocka kid, got blacked out men in a Honda Civ
Stylish when I'm in the cockpit
Do my thing 'cah the gyal love it
Get more stacks 'cause the block poppin'
Mash that work, yeah there's no stoppin'
Smashed his teeth, now his jaw rockin'
Raise them fists we still rockin'

Swear the block too lit
Heat got you when the fever hits
Get G-checked when you're givin' lip
Mad thing, we in the mix of it

Written by:
Elvis Egede

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