I’m Back

I'm back
What's popping
Let me set this shit on fire
Look the streets is too much
Young niggers are of the rails and beefing too much
That's why I need to bus
And I ain't trying to go jail not even two months
But its easy to buss
And I ain't talking about fame, cash and cars
But more like letting off straps in arms
Let the beef die down, then we're back in arms
The streets is too much
You try and stay low, but everyone knows who you fuck
Then you got niggers running up in cribs waving the 4-4 like they're fucking big
Most niggers don't know what hustling is
But its cool, you're just not that type of nigga
You don't have to be straight its a minor nigga
Me I'm a 16 writer nigga
Look I'm a five grand man you're a fiver nigga
Taking over say goodbye to Jigga
Who's realer?
MC killer, I'm cancer ain't no-one iller
I'm amber, right before you go, I'll be like no
Come in and murk you
That's my word
You slow down prick patience is a virtue
When it's my time, and it's my nine
That will end you if you diss my lines
So I keep my ear to the street
And there ain't much shit that miss my eyes
So don't think you're on par when you're dark
You best be on guard and your bars
Best be on point
But you're arse
I'll take your car and pimp my ride
And not satnav and a new body
Just two gash that can take body
Your team be easy
I'm greaze
See me I'm connected like BT
And I ain't old school like DT
But I'm the new kid on the block
Treat albums like drugs and move it on the block
Wrapped in plastic I move it easy
And I'm a bad boy like PD
And I'm tryna move them units
So I've perfected my CD
Cos I like to move it, move it
I see niggers in their new whips cruising
Round town bumping my music, music
Cos I'm a ghetto kid
And don't make me prove it, prove it
Cos I'm a ghetto kid, and I do ghetto shit
And I don't know what happened its just what the ghetto did
Look I'm a ghetto kid and I do ghetto shit
And I don't know what happened its just what the...
Did I not fuck that up mate