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Jail time had me doing hella planning

Smoking amm, watching pure TV

Had me screaming out «Free Max Branning»

That’s spice and bits and draws

Packs of am and TECs on the landing

I gotta lick bones on a Sunday

I re-up at church, it’s madting sadting

Still I’ve gotta pray for my sins

I’ve done a lot of dirt but I’m innocent

Chilling with Streets on the wing

And he just got a 6 to 3

Man I pray I don’t pay for the work I put in

SC got his case dismissed, I’m tryna be feeling like him

Just the other day I was locked up with Mental

Treating our cell like the gym

Thameside A with bare amnesia with Benny

Glove tryna buss my door, saying tone it down cause your cell too smelly

Let me roll this burn

Kick back, sip tea, watch telly

Skinny motherfucker, one day in the gym got me feeling hench already

I see a man so low, he’s tryna swap anything for a brekky

And the opps don’t leave their wing, hella funny man coming like Jim Carrey

Gang rich gang, tryna make a new plan, and I drink Hooch like Henney

I bang, rich gang, tryna make a new plan, and I drink Hooch like Henney

Free Mental

Our opp got got so they threw him in jail

Just the other day, we was whipping in the kettle

Bare Drizzy Drake in the cell

Two incense sticks get lit up, bare amnes' in the cell

Two incense sticks get lit up, bare amnes' in the cell

Jail time had me doing hella planning

Smoking amm, watching pure TV

Had me screaming out «Free Max Branning»

That’s spice and bits and draws

Packs of am and TECs on the landing

I gotta lick bones on a Sunday

I re-up at church, it’s madting sadting

Still I’ve gotta pray for my sins

I’ve done a lot of dirt but I’m innocent

Chilling with Streets on the wing

And he just got a 6 to 3

Man I pray I don’t pay for the work I put in

SC got his case dismissed, I’m tryna be feeling like him

Just the other day I was locked up with Mental

Treating our cell like the gym

Stepped out on violence

I’ve got beef with neeks and Trident

See man run so we sound that drum

Bet he thought he was sliding

I gotta stay low from the siren

Cos I got that thing on me like I ain’t breaching my license

Bro go fiddle with the mash so much you think he was typing

Send P’s to the guys in jail tell them that there’s no point writing

Tryna stay low from the feds and they tryna bait out where I’m hiding

Pull up in a stolen truck, hear thunder see lightning

That shit’s exciting

The whole squad done obbo

Feds make squad feel famous wherever they see us they follow

They don’t really like how I’m living

Smoke niggas get money’s the obbo

Reload square after square, like I don’t know about obbo

Skid round tryna serve man a hollow

Jail time had me doing hella planning

Smoking amm, watching pure TV

Had me screaming out «Free Max Branning»

That’s spice and bits and draws

Packs of am and TECs on the landing

I gotta lick bones on a Sunday

I re-up at church, it’s madting sadting

Still I’ve gotta pray for my sins

I’ve done a lot of dirt but I’m innocent

Chilling with Streets on the wing

And he just got a 6 to 3

Man I pray I don’t pay for the work I put in

SC got his case dismissed, I’m tryna be feeling like him

Just the other day I was locked up with Mental

Treating our cell like the gym