(IJD ya know)

(Gloyo made this)

Southside, got a lot of my niggas ridin' some numbers

No instruments, in other ways, . 22 was drummin'

Me and Tete taking turns with this hoe from out of London

Shooking on influencers, doing all this gun fundin'

Gets tiring, no cap, I brung niggas

that really got bodies to whilin'

Put racks on her body, for you she just went up in price

Flew the chicken, forgot to link her

I lost track of the time

I never cared for no comments and I never cared for no lies

I started not doing my belt up

made it look cool, belt to ass

Used to see my Pagans, take them to school

Furthermore, I used to put my Pagans in hospitals

I'm kinda pissed

I never turned none packed but, fuck it, we move

And I don't need to get gyals to drink

liquor to make them off their pants

They're doing it because I'm Clav, doing it because I rap

Demon time, I wasn't black

Say you real, I know you cap 'bout

Any work you claim, you put in but let's not get into that

Fill my Louis duffel bag up with nothing but Louis drip

First day out, Loopy tweaking like Nettles drop me a stick

Go ask 'bout Nettles before he ever made him a hit

The only guy not from my hood that can call me Nettles is—

Flew out the backseat of a Nissan and fed 706

I'm not a snake I'm not a snitch, I'ma keep talking my shit

Give me two days and I bet you

I'll be walking down this bitch

In a luxury hotel that she didn't know exists

But if she's shit at sucking dick

she won't be seeing me again

Free up Flacko, we put in work

and I was with him in the cage

And since I turned famous, barely anything remained the same

Pockets got fatter, pocket rocket in haka

Me and the M just bought a Tracker

More than ten racks on Mecca

shotting missed and it don't matter

I sold dutty to the cats, not the green, not the matcher

Match day, you ain't got your boots, don't size up C-L-A-V

I done a drill Monday morning

should've been tagging with keeks

I'ma blur his name but ****

till this day it's still dropping heat

Drop a nigga out if he rats, you knew to not talk to police

I revved up couple BBLs, but I prefer them all petite

I sponsored couple BBLs for gyals I ain't ever see

But when I touch there city, I'm getting my money's worth

Fuck her like my life depends on it and make her tummy hurt

Don't bring that buss down next to mine

put it back in the fucking dirt

The way your jeweler bumped you

he's gotta think you're fucking nerd

Fuck whatever you heard, that Bally on ain't scaring no one

I asked around who you shot or stabbed

and they all told me no one

Asking who's my rapper friends

with my chest I told them no one

Let's just make songs and fuck

off back to wherever we come from

If you don't put in or step out, don't ever talk on no beef

Talkin's free

who made up the saying that talking was cheap?

I said fuck the culli last time, I apologise

Cutting through the hood in one I used to be on pedal bike

H. M. P home made knife and a towel

round my face when I'm on exercise

She's lucky that she fucked me once

unlucky I had a second time

Popping doors, scoring points, used to make me happy

I can't sign out like it's nothing

I did cheffings with no Bally

I can't forget where I come from

but where I come from is baggage

7K for the fit, told her tell her

mom, that I play for Palace

Fill the remote up when I land, I CBA to pack it

Don't ever talk on my credit, boy, you've never been active