Serving Fries - Row D, Capo Lee

Haunting flows, strap bars late in the night

So far gone, not a pagan in sight

Send me the mic, I’ll bake anytime, anywhere

Now it’s that time of the year

I’ll start going H•A•M and you can’t bring pride anywhere

Send me the mic cuh you don’t wanna rally in here

Body man, make crews start shedding nuff family tears

Intro screaming all of your gangs

I ain’t ever seen you on no frontline

28 gram this, 28 gram that

I ain’t ever seen you on no cunch line

Better leave with the mic, bare when I talk

I’ll violate man, don’t leave me the right

Make man freeze on the mic, murk man in threes on the mic

Cap Lee’s on the mic

I don’t believe them guys

They ain’t real, I can see it in their eyes

Ain’t got a mash and they don’t sell pies

But they jump on the track and they wanna tell lies

Putting on some badboy disguise

Mumzy cries when somebody dies

So don’t talk like you’re selling food

When you’re in a restaurant just serving fries

Man wanna talk like the baddest in the world

But they don’t know 'bout the baggies and the scales

My man said he was moving food

He was in Tesco stacking up the shelves

Fake pimpster, ain’t banging any girls

Shit CDs, tell me how many you sell

I put the lemon in the L, get high but I’m never gonna chill

Cause I could’ve been sitting in a cell

That could’ve been me

If the police had searched me properly

Real talk, fam, that would’ve been peak

Thank God I hid the food in my boxers

Boydem never found nuttin' on me

MCs lie they’re about that life

So I don’t wanna hear one of them speak

I don’t believe them guys

They ain’t real, I can see it in their eyes

Ain’t got a mash and they don’t sell pies

But they jump on the track and they wanna tell lies

Putting on some badboy disguise

Mumzy cries when somebody dies

So don’t talk like you’re selling food

When you’re in a restaurant just serving fries