[Hook]
When they don't have
Feel sorry for these n******gs, it is so sad
Swear i'ma go mad, n******gs try and run off with the money bag
Take when they don't have, feel sorry for these n******gs it is so sad
Swear i'ma go mad, might have to run up on your comrade
[Verse 1]
I can't even think straight, that's why it take me ten years to make a mix tape
And I can't even see clear, my cousins in the bing wishing he could be here
Trap life, crack pipe, cats like H do you have white?
Back to the streets where I sold mine
The phone rings, my four line, it's all f**ed up that ain't right
I could go back to jail if I have a fight, get recalled they say H behave
Just trying to help show cats they could save
But I don't have beef nah, any funny business i'ma let the MAC speak
What you saying when a n******gs dead?
It's not a game, I ain't playing with the infrared
[Hook]
When they don't have
Feel sorry for these n******gs, it is so sad
Swear i'ma go mad, n******gs try and run off with the money bag
Take when they don't have, feel sorry for these n******gs it is so sad
Swear i'ma go mad, might have to run up on your comrade
[Verse 2]
Shell shocks on my earrings, speak to myself ca' I hear things
And I don't even sleep well, every time I close my eyes it's like I see hell
Flashbacks, trash traps, people try to k** me had to stab cats
I could lose an arm, I could lose a leg, they could catch me slipping and just shoot me dead
Its all f**ed up, whats next? Can't even try, they doing stop checks
Plain clothes, stay off the main roads
Dusty old scales when I weigh O's but I don't even get shift
Nah any funny business I'ma let the tech spit
What you saying when them n******gs dead
It's not game when I aim with the infrared
[Hook]
When they don't have
Feel sorry for these n******gs, it is so sad
Swear i'ma go mad, n******gs try and run off with the money bag
Take when they don't have, feel sorry for these n******gs it is so sad
Swear i'ma go mad, might have to run up on your comrade
[Verse 3]
Up North did my bird, left court two years time served
I don't buy herb, make my own cheese
Run up on me? Oh please
On the streets paid my dues, robbed n******gs like these are my shoes
I don't buy food, they say I'm rude
Strap to your face, hi dude
I have eighty shots, i'm talking eighty shots
My cats ate the rocks, Scarface take a box
Have your Mums tied up, can't move
Start belling off your line for that hard food
For that hard food, its Hoolyhoo
f** dealin' cause its k**ing what I really do
What i really do, stuff 'em in the wheelie bin
SAS Black Ops late in the evening
[Hook]
When they don't have
Feel sorry for these n******gs, it is so sad
Swear i'ma go mad, n******gs try and run off with the money bag
Take when they don't have, feel sorry for these n******gs it is so sad
Swear i'ma go mad, might have to run up on your comrade