[Verse 1: Oscuro]
Ask me bout my trap game all I do is shrug
We're real f**ing dope boys in this game no drug
And we know about roads cos that's the life I used to lead
Nowadays offered wings every time I go to Zi's
Swapped the strap for the pen cos that's where the money lies
Success is objective when its not like the money lies
All too easy to choose where daddy and mummy lives
Or waste years in the pen til they're dead inside
Not for yours true I'm already dead inside
Spent too many minutes locked up in this head of mine
Ever since day my heart's beat ahead of time
You know cuz
[Verse 2: Oscuro]
Every day pagans asking bout the strap I carry
Wanting to roll with man with the whip and bally
But I told them we ain't about that dilly dally
Tight circle not just every Tom, Dick or Harry
Never could decide on the calibre of my loader
Bang bang like Camden chicken 2 shots game over
Have a blind man looking over every shoulder
Have police turn up to your mums door like Jehovahs
Since 05 P-town's known me as the realest
We're repping A-team your mans slumming on the b-list
Some man go to pen I brought it to the paper
Backing all my boys with every little favour
It's like every O I spray gets added to my pay cheque
Never change no matter how big my name gets
[Verse 3: Oscuro]
I'm that trapstar your gally loves the most
Not only backing beef boy I'm about to roast
Surrounded by bread but we never make toast yeah
Pour me a drink make sure it's got ice in
They say Ozzie when you gonna have a night in?
Post code wars got em' shook so frightening
Smoking so much green teeth need whitening
Good city I'm just a mad kid
Lyrics Cold but you can never catch this
So when I holla no pagans better chat sh**
Fakes saying Rahhh-man no Abid
[Verse 4: YUNG MOALG]
Nikes on my feet, b**hes on my dick
When it comes to gally I'm smooth like slick rick
Coming from the ends where no one makes it
Resurrecting hip hop with a full clip
Versace print shirt and kappa trackies
The long road boys can roll my bakky
And I've never been a lackey, more like a king
I'm DJ Khaled I'll make you kiss the ring
We the best and I mean that
I'm a trapstar out of the G pack
Take your girl to Helsinki this sh** is cold
Tunechi, Drizzy Drake I'm from the same mould
My tap flows with the finest artisan
Voss, Fiji, smart I'm livin it
The Zi's price rise hurt everyone I knew
But we'll go to Bos and start a new
Algerian community my partna dem
And wastemen I'm harsh on them
You're barz got 1 star hygiene
I'm stuntin on 5, you ite g?
Yung Moalg, CB1, Cherry Hinton
Netherhall sixth is sh**