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Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, Five, four, three, two, Uh. I used to throw bricks, throw conkers. Now when I load up the sticks it get Bonkers. These little kids all dump us. Hot slugs might burn the stitch out your jumper. Always fight back, that's what my man said. Caught two man sleeping, it was sorta like a Bunk bed. Anytime I dump lead I make your Head jump. Done things with the toaster, Cah I want bread. You can get mugged from A box to a nine. Please don't sing cah the judge giving time. The snitches are the rats but the cops are The swine. I go hard for my team, call Me Optimus Prime. You wanna put it on me, that's no problem 'cause I'm from a block where we grew up Doing crime. You rappers couldn't chat to me when I was doing grime. One time for my jail Dons doing time. How did it amount to this? How come I ain't phased by the sound of Sticks? How come I'm so great with an ounce Of chis? But I couldn't do so great when It was algebra. Roads had faith in me, School never had none. Amped up, used to go school with a gas Gun. No beef on the road for me then, I was a gas one. Still I used to Boast to my friends like I had some. Used to be lunchtime, more leash, bring a quid. Said we'd avoid the pen, most of my niggas Did. Changed from boys to men like the singers Did. Now I'm squeezing, leaving my mark like a Fingerprint. Used to squeeze in the park for the Thrill of it. Wasn't into reading or art. More like make a nigga bleed from the heart If give him it. Every day teachers would start On some different shit. End up leaving the class Just to link a chip. I don't know why I'm spitting about school. But it's either that or rinsing out tools 'cause I'm pitching shit. Wig splitting shit. Niggas say I spit the craziest. Sicker than a rabies hit. The crazy kid'll fuck your lady while you on This wavy shit. My style is from the eighties, This shit I was born with. Corn spit but used to keep a knife by My navel. Quick hide from the neighbors, I be Doing shady shit. Knife and a razor, I was Sitting in the H&with. Outside my dargs still pitching, tryna make a chip. Count lies, these niggas ain't vicious, they just Making shit. Up for the latest hit, buck at The danger if shit's coming at me. A big gun, I'm happy, leave you something like The Vegas strip. I'm coming by, just me and The other guy who plays the whip. All I need's a gun, I come to southern Fry your bacon bits. Colorblind with razor sticks. Blue steel, tryna see red coming out your frame And lips. We do kill, see feds dusting out, I ain't legit. Too ill, my dargs might knock You out and take your stick. GP, I come hard like the first time. I would've blown a few years ago but it Weren't time. Them times I was grinding, Tryna get mine. Now I'm back with a couple Stacks and some dirt rhymes. I'm a big fish, you're a tuna. I'm from the ends where niggas push coke like It's Cuba. And you gotta show love to the Juniors. 'Cause more often they're the ones killing Like tumors. Why do niggas wanna jump on my Bandwagon? Maybe it's 'cause the jewels got me Waving like I can't balance. I'm a boss don, these niggas is half talent. So get lost or get pitched like it's baseball. Lick shots, get your top messy, no paintballs. You must think it's a joke ting, it's '09. Where you can get tucked in, snaked by your Own kind. So please don't sing 'cause the judge Giving more time