LYVE - YASeeN RosaY, Jaykae, Bowzer Boss

Four and a half straight to a nine

Into the box, the game is mine

Hit that trap and bill up the line

The mandem are dogs, all on slime

'Cause I’m live from the bando

Chopping trees with my Rambo

Anyone’s ends, I can go

Roll with the gang when I go to a show

Yeah, live from OT

I got live five on me G

Triple OG, ODT

And I got life from my T

YGs on 3Gs

ODB, I need my P’s

O’s and keys, you know my steez

Roll my sleeve, the Rolie sleep

Two and a Q straight to a pack

Get yourself hurt if you’re talking smack

Green in the cut, I don’t fuck with crack

I was with Yas bagging O’s in the trap

'Cause I’ve got life on my T

On the M6 doing one-fifty

Better bring that dough if you owe m P

Thirty-six, yeah you know we’re OG’s

B-B10, you know it’s all gang

BB Gun, yah this one bangs

See these ends and man don’t play

Keep your friends a mile away

I was with Bowz in the trap house

Chopping up flowers, money and power

Disrespect, get yourself showered

Have a man dashed off BT Tower

Get a man dashed off the balcony

When I was down you weren’t helping me

When I was broke you tried sell me dreams

Now man are up it ain’t hard to see

'Cause I’m life, I’m the graveyard

Life is a game, play the right card

Sawn-off shotty left a man scarred

Big bad Bowzy’s moving rah

Bid bad Yas and I’m moving rags

Have a man gone for about two bags

Top shelf shotter like porno mags

Have a man smoked then I smoke a fag

'Cause I’m live from the cemetery

When I die, bury me a G

Pissing Henny on my enemies

Said he wants two so we send him three

Yeah he said he wants five so I sent him ten

Send the location, mention when

Pray that my life don’t end in pen

Fuck them pricks, I ain’t friends with them

'Cause I’m live from Small Heath

Invest in a watch, invest in a skeng

Wanna just cotch with a girl that’s peng

Straps called Glen and he mix up leng

Live from HMP

Where real G’s fill up canteen

Live from Small Heath

Where the other side don’t reach

Live from overseas

In a Four Seasons en-suite

Five star linguine

This how the big boys go sleep

Yeah I can put a big man straight to sleep

Playing with fire but can’t take the heat

Holler at Bowzer to make the beat

See me with Yaseen from A to B

'Cause I’m live from the place to be

Against all odds but we play for keeps

Them man are sheep, Little Bo Peep

They’re gonna get a skin fade, take a seat

I’ll jack that pussy and do it again

Wrap that pack and send it to Kent

Said it’s all love but he ain’t my friend

Too much dirt I need to repent

Too much graft and I cannot chill

Man need dough so open the till

Land at your yard like Grant and Phil

Ends full of monsters, shanks and steel

See me in dirty B10, 3310

Worked hard, I had a early weekend

If it’s not my it’s earning me then

Arm-band you so swerve the deep-end

Don’t you dare pretend

The manor’s ours, we don’t share these ends

A bag of bars, don’t care if he sends

Don’t make me call my serious friends

Pussy

Son of a bitch