Blocka - Carns Hill, Hill productions

I ain’t nuttin' like them

Them man frauds, could never be friends

Sideman ain’t been around them

Talk is cheap, get the spinner out then

Still skid out from feds

They want man locked, sat down in the pen

For sounding a skeng, I squeeze that whopper

Beef in the streets, get seasoned proper

Won’t see man pop up, I’m in then out

Grub in the trap then I’m in that house

Front room’s calm till I flip that couch

You got mad bread, spit that out

Cough my bread up, free up the gwop

We love the bando she loves the rock

Thieving thots, stealing prof

Like they think I’m dumb, I’m beating them up

That’s cool with me, still greasing it up

G lean on man with the pump

I woulda done a «We Run The Block» if I weren’t in cuffs, locked up on a eediat

charge

Bonkaz

Like, like

What’s all the nonsense

I don’t deal with imposters

Time is money now watch this

That’s my brudda don’t watch him

Cah it can get smokey in public

Put that all on the cooker

Free AM free Mukhtar

Free Loso free Osman

And I can see man hatin'

Talk about Reekz all the time

Talk about me, I don’t know what your name is

Don’t make me get hype on the road

All black toes will step on the pavement

I call M, link T then S

Tell 'em I’m vex then everyone’s raging

We in all black down to the trainers

P soon home, from 012, I hope that he stays outta jail aswell

Cos the money must rise, Ps must make

We all got plans bigger than the estate

Fuck your hood, fuck your block

Man going like man ain’t never been there

I had rice, fried chicken and drink there

Used to keep things on things on things there

I’m bad to the bone, to the bone I’m bad, I’ll step on a man’s toes when I see

fit

Man wanna act up till I see them

Imma slap man backwards when I see them

I’m real to the post just like Seamen

I been getting guwop in the hood

Man get mopped and got in the hood

For the chain that you got don’t floss in the hood

All black like a panther

Been had toys like Santa

And I still roll deep with my darg

Just like Dennis and Gnasher

I’m just tryna make things happen

I’m just tryna make things pattern

Broski got weight each side of the whip I just hope that he keep it balanced

Don’t be shook, please don’t panic

Reekz MB lowkey with the cannon

Don’t say scrammers, I say scrammers

Get that Crystal clear like Palace

I put a spanner in the works and spun it

Trynna be rich and hard, drummin'

I’m done with these dumb little youngens

Better tone shit down with the ruckus

Got me like fuck it, fuck this shit

Might just beat man down with a stick

Pumpy, pump man out of the kicks

Soon free real G’s out of the bin