I'm getting way too old for this beef thing Won't ever hear me add a K to a block Man I got selective man on the hit list So when we walk up man you go and get up How come S never chat about Wiz? Man I never knew that done Them boys there man are not my pagans I don't beef man cos the area they're from I didn't give a dash what the youngies do I didn't give a dash what they selling them songs If they had issues should've made that known But they didn't do nothing when they had that drop Like wagwan for all these youths They come like they love for my naming song We can just link anywhere in the grove with a beat card Right now it's getting all long Like most of your dawgs got got I don't understand how we chat about mighty Don't when they tell you that bro be a savage Man a man know about bro T White Don't try and water it down about dashing *** you were running for your life David when I got him down with a slingshot But we keep hammers with teeth of Goliath Robo had like 30 man running Mad, wish that he had more eyes car That's why he got poked you hit in the crowd And you got him from behind And even then man you didn't do it properly Car he still try and run a man down Said run a man down and he still got dotty Man put peas down for the wax or the petrol Them boys there stunting some noughties Man I done went to school in a pig And entered them boys there paroling collie And I ain't the type to go bully man But I've made a lot of man run from me Me and T White are just lurking the BCI IC3 like Wagwan Donny I'm like *** what them man there say It's like most man niggas self paid How dare you say SS got bored up Like I never came out there every same day Still went carnival on the last block Monday And that's when I saw Usain Bolt When he saw a man just like it He never had, never had nothing to say How dare you say SS got bored up Like I never came out four hours later Would have been two but they never had clothes For the kid that summer when I got my weight up When I'm due to put enough for these guys In a box that's a box like an incubator And for now we're stacking, grind, grind and stack I'm trying to get this paper They thought it was art that got you But we all know how you got that scar I bet you wish that you would have moved faster Staring in the mirror looking like oh lord Bro put the blade to his face And now that boy got a tribal mark Ten toes or two rows you name it More time gang them lurking cars It's all mine, mine Getting way too old for this beef ting While they were hitting me at the Kator block Man I got selective man on the hit list When me boy cut man they gone get How come SS never chat about Wiz Man I never knew that don Them boy *** and they're not my pagans I don't beef man cause the area they're from Man do road with him It's like I know SS got blessed But I still do road with gins Ring ring trap on my brick phone That's a brick phone and they're like a sim And *** what you heard the opps is snitching That's why my dog's in the bin They got enough of the G's on the wing And we from the grove but I think stay patterned Rolls got the tech phones in I can't wait till the G's come out Cause when they come out everyone's going in I moved out the grove but I nigga ain't made I still got a grip this thing My young driller might just cut off your hand And I'd score for your watch in the ring Daytime nightshare, *** it you name it But never could I watch it ring I'd walk to the shop in the rain For a raise on fake K.E. and cling And I swear to young Tev Most of the G's in the jailhouse SS, last one left