I don't believe anyone, you don't believe me either, we two clash, no problem, calm down I don't want to sit in two bags, you don't know how hot it is in the winter When I do something, I take it on myself, you go to benga, you'll *** there right away You'd rather go further, when you piss me off, you'll never go what I'm going Already as a child, I knew I wouldn't be a snitch, I'll do it, but it's gone right away, it's gone right away And there is no drink around us, everyone told me that I don't know anything But now I'm shooting it and everything is a hit, everything is a hit, everything is a hit And there is no drink around us, when you talk to me, look at me Catch what I do, I'll give it to my mom right away, kicks, turns like Van Damme Kicks, turns like Van Damme Back to 8G, you don't want a clash, back to 8G, you really don't want a clash If you don't want to burn, then run away Back to 8G, you don't want a clash, back to 8G, you really don't want a clash If you don't want to burn, then run away Beats, ice cold like a winter classic, you and your crew are terribly basic Like Hedy do black to basics, Zoom is sick, he has A6 on his leg My crew is B.I.G., the heart thing is CDG No, you're not a VIP, serious talk, JME You hate, so go away, there is no snitch in my crew 5-8, we make the first ball, no catch on our way The original itself, no catch, I have the key from the city in my pocket I have the key from your head in my pocket Me and the doctor, Klosky and me, Sormek, we'll record a drill, grime or trap All our tracks are hot, you write every cap everywhere Like when you see Lord of the Mix, dirty garage, Wiley and Chip Flows and rhymes, clashes are big, we'll see who's the king of us Back to 8G, you don't want a clash Back to 8G, you really don't want a clash If you don't want to burn, then run away Back to 8G, you don't want a clash Back to 8G, you really don't want a clash If you don't want to burn, then run away I'm still writing it, it can't be stopped Whoever wants beef can stand up Hey, hey, Air Force 1 is on us 5-8 gang, 2601 Another track, another session, another track, another mission 5-8 gang, crew like a section, murderers on the beat, Charles Manson Chavo knows me, he knows what's up, no bitch mother doesn't care You had it, but we're going from the bottom, I'm my crew on BBC1 BBC1, extra life, turn on my headphones, turn on my mic I come to the studio and I don't feel the vibe, we're doing a tape-o-loom, but alright Back to 8G, you don't want a clash Back to 8G, you really don't want a clash If you don't want to burn, then run away Back to 8G, you don't want a clash Back to 8G, you really don't want a clash If you don't want to burn, then run away