No Introduction

[Verse 1 - Likkle T]
Satan is filtrating your soul for a scrape of the gold
The game's full of hatred and clones
Catch a case from a wave of the chrome
It's a cold world, worst case when they strain your dome
I came up from an eighth of a stone
I had to break it in bones
Then the feds came and raided my home
You can tell from the pain in my tone
I was raised up alone
Plus this jail had me phased in the zone
The streets had me in some fucked up predicaments
Catch me in the lane shifting lanes while I'm pivoting
Smooth criminal, nothing like Michael J
Rise the K, let niggas know from a fly of the eight
Cause I ain't never think to quit the game
Quit the game, then how am I ever ever meant to sit with Wayne?
A young nigga came from gripping chains, whipping caine
But won't ever ever hear me snitch a name

[Verse 2 - P Dubbz]
Okay I need no introduction
You know I'm from a slum where
They circle round the block twenty times
Don't forget to use the gun there
The pavement slabs dirty, they're tryna wash and clean it
Make a million, manifest everything I'm dreaming
They're scheming and leaking to the po-po
Now they've got my bruddas in a chokehold
Behind bars, nah it ain't a link up
Real life thugs, got niggas locked up for life, I can't free them
Thirty-five years, that's life with no freedom
For my brothers that passed away in Heaven, I see them
I can't pretend like it don't happen
Niggas strapped, whole heap of ammo, looking for revenge
This is my pain, no introduction but this is the end

[Verse 3 - Skrapz]
Yo it's duffle bag Skrapz, rubber band stacks
I be up and down getting money, ask Fatz
It's me against the world, I be living like Pac
This is real life rap, I don't ever talk crap
Yo I done a lot of dirt and now I never look back
They can never kill Skrapz, they ain't heavy like that
They ain't ready like that
They ain't putting hollow tips in the semi like that
They ain't heavy like that
And in the middle of the day I'll give a man a nightcap
Gun's got a kickback
You see the likkle .22, it sounds like a hi-hat
See this beef that I'm in, I can never rise that
He ain't petty like that
And if you ever see me pull up on your block in all black
Let my dargs out the car and tell 'em "Terrorise that"
Skrapz Is Back Part II, you better memorise that
.45 in your eyes, nigga analyse that

[Verse 4 - Storm Millian]
Nigga you are who you say you are until I prove you're not
All I do is win-win, you don't want me to lose the plot
I'm like the worst drug dealer, thug nigga looking to buss
I'm on the curb, a young nigga rolling solo in the cut
I promised mum I'm gonna try and change
I'm only running down the money, not the finer things
Cutting O's, broken homes we'll never have to live in again
Young fiends smoking something strong, who's feeling me?
Cause I'm killing them
Skrapz Is Back Part II, facts is facts
Got my niggas to the side and some killers on my back
You think you're funny till I ride, kill a nigga, do a runner
We get this money, let it slide until I finish my dinner
Pushing me to push this beef further
I'm a bigger picture thinker if I ever do murder
Push the burner out the earner and watch the patties them turn up
Mind fucking like these fuckers, ain't no shotters they're workers