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Uh (TiZ), skipped about enough jail terms in the past
It's a 206 not a Merc K-cross
Got them scratching their head like a maths exam, tough
Me, I learned math swift grams, rough
Every nigga running 'round with a pack
CID tryna grab my pack
Damn free tees done a minute in the can
And we used to fly out with the pack

Now he's on the landing
Give it a year and he'll be landing, oh
Can't believe you went banking
But I can't wait until they let you go
You said, bro, I keep banging
Before you know it, I'll be landing, oh
Still trapping and ramping
Every day I pray I'll make it, oh (God)

Ain't no fun 'round my past, no
Every other day, I go run a parcel
Do what I want, I don't run it past you
Secretly, they pray that the feds catch you

Ain't no fun 'round my past, no
Every other day, I go run a parcel
Do what I want, I don't run it past you
Secretly, they pray that the feds catch you

If it ain't the jail dons, the door, I won't pick up
Don't mail us, no DMs and don't ring us
They rate us but pretend they don't feel us
The MP, MPM don't wanna hear us
So I'm slanging, my bro pressing, get bread up
I'm from Newham, the borough mess, I get fed up
Couple low lives know that I'm next, they wan' bread us
It's okay though, I'm about to make it rain, get umbrellas

Now he's on the landing
Give it a year and he'll be landing, oh
Can't believe you went banking
But I can't wait until they let you go
You said, bro, I keep banging
Before you know it, I'll be landing, oh
Still trapping and ramping
Every day I pray I'll make it, oh (God)

Ain't no fun 'round my past, no
Every other day, I go run a parcel
Do what I want, I don't run it past you
Secretly, they pray that the feds catch you

Ain't no fun 'round my past, no
Every other day, I go run a parcel
Do what I want, I don't run it past you
Secretly, they pray that the feds catch you

TiZ, TiZ, TiZ
TiZ, TiZ, TiZ
Bayoz Music