Starting 11

Come take that trip to the Grove
Let's see how that journey goes You ain't ever have feds up in your house
Right after a drill, gotta change my clothes
Now I'm in opposite Cells of bro, I got solicitors ringing my phone
And yeah we got corn for the whole of But mainly I'm on

Bucked he was bolting home
You can't blame me I got it tucked in coats, first swing just landed in
Second, I could have packed off
My weapon wet him for talking smoke Any weather, my block get cold
Blacked out leathers to lock this pole No chance that we ain't gonna make it blow

First pack that I got man sold on bro I was Counting up tenners
She on the pitch, she good with the headers I'm on the pitch, 'cause I swing my sheffers
Risky, really on Starting eleven So I'm throwing a seven, don't hype up
Back in the day, got ripped out his hype So please don't beg it

They ain't walking enough how they say we ain't touring enough
Then we get round on them, no talk, Now they ain't talking, there ain't war anymore
Now a youth crawling he ain't talking tough Still get lit on my ones
You're not even bad in a group, don't bluff I had about ten man, fucking cut

Still go get that one, lil' man, you ain't got no guts
Big dawg in the ride, I'll bark that beat that off at excited pups
She wanna link, come have fun then I'm in the back of the club
I got a shank, go ask how it tastes I wanna see a man turn runts

Give me the blunt Me and bro, two man on your estate
I got the ZK, can't find We had the strip, taped up already
Ha ha, I kinda sound like Headie I hit his Headie, I don't think was ready

Any weather, my block get cold Blacked out levers to lock this pole
No chance that we ain't gon' make it blow First pack that I got, man, sold on bro I was
Counting up tenners She on the pitch, she good with the headers
I'm on the pitch, 'cause I swing my sheffers Risky, really on starting eleven