2nd Strike E

I remember nights, I can't remember names. But I remember six o'dark in the tender light. Niggas left me on the streets, I had to Get it right. My ex cuffed me up daily, Told me, "Get a life." Shit's changed, I had to get a mic. Throw some adlibs in, Get 'em hype. But all my dons is catching Corn they getting life. So is called the dream of the second stripe. I heard somebody say that I went soft. Guess they never heard about that corn that got Sent off. All them packages we got up by Brent Cross. Used to take the piss so much They told me keep my legs crossed. Roll with them slammies, yeah, I care about feds But if niggas catch me slipping they ain't giving Me a headbutt. Nah, you ain't giving me a chat, Bruv. Same rumor scene, smoking B, Yeah, we slept, bruv. OC, like the mixtapes, getting bread now. For in town beefing, swear you never got your Head fucked. Niggas won't admit it but they probably Told feds stuff. You ain't tryna ride 'cause when they ask you Who, you said us. Yo, fuck the feds, they got us fed up. They're not with Gs, but they tryna get us F'd up. Still we stand up in the court And don't fess up. And even though we look pressed, we still press Luck. I remember nights, I can't remember names. But I remember six o'dark in the tender light. Niggas left me on the streets, I had to Get it right. My ex cuffed me up daily, Told me, "Get a life." Shit's changed, I had to get a mic. Throw some adlibs in, Get 'em hype. But all my dons is catching Corn or they getting life. So this is called the dream of the second Stripe. Big hammer for a small problem. And we used to share each, yeah, we was All robbing. I ain't Batman, my G ain't called Robin. But I'm blacked out and he's got his tool Sockin'. Only real ones shine in the gutter. I live for my mum, but die for my Brothers. Some niggas build a life from a nine Of that butter. But some prefer to rob and Make the nine wrap the chopper. Your donny just called and you Santa Claus, You got your sucker. And I just put credit On this mash, you getting topper. I'm like Jack in the box when I pop Up. Either you get jacked for the box or It pop up. Yeah, I'm on my yard man crap, I want A blow-oh. Especially like that blow though, My friend'll let it blow, yo. I just wanna be like Sosa, mnh, So-so. Told my uncle that I used to get It up in Soho. I remember nights, I can't remember names. But I remember six o'dark in the tender light. Niggas left me on the streets, I had to Get it right. My ex cuffed me up daily, Told me, "Get a life." Shit's changed, I had to get a mic. Throw some adlibs in, Get 'em hype. But all my dons is catching corn or they Getting life. So this is called the second stripe.