Not Guilty

Six-litre whips, seven-figure pots
Eight with the gang, nine milly's bang
Ten-litre crops, MAC-11 pops
12 in the jury, five in the dock

Six-litre whips, seven-figure pots
Eight with the gang, nine milly's bang
Ten-litre crops, MAC-11 pops
12 in the jury, five in the dock (Legendary made this one)

Fresh home, buss case, gangs home, step back
Get dough, push weight, red notes, I get that
Sent him flyin' like Jet lag
Bruce Lee kickback spinnin' like Jet Li
Glee-glee bands ripping off like a Jet ski
Catch me with some Africans and Asians like the Red Sea
You got a G, I got a G but yours is grilled free
You got a G, I got a G but mine's factory

Just like the kettles and ice, everything's factory
Kettle water and ice, hit it with the maj g
Now the seats full leathers and the spliffs mampi
And I get it with tax and I get it tax-free
85 bags for bail and a new taxi
They tried to kill us in that courtroom like New Jack City
Still trappin' on bail, so the new stacks pretty
Weren't around in hard times, so you can't chat to me

Six-litre whips, seven-figure pots
Eight with the gang, nine milly's bang
Ten-litre crops, MAC-11 pops
12 in the jury, five in the dock

Six-litre whips, seven-figure pots
Eight with the gang, nine milly's bang
Ten-litre crops, MAC-11 pops
12 in the jury, five in the dock

Won't have time with these chicks 'cause there's too many thots
One line to each whip 'cause there's too many dots
One time for my bros, kept it stitched in the dock
I got him whipped on the wing and took a piece out the pot
And whipped a fully of the grease in the dots 'til it locked
We let the gram power burst two at a time 'til it stop
LED's in the grow, that's the cream of the crop
Then bury stacks in the dirt 'til it sleeps, and it rots (gotta check, gotta check)

Gotta check the AdBlue tire pressure coolant
And the oil level brake lights, petty tank
That's a trap boy MOT before we hit the MOT
I fuck with Crips, I fuck with Bloods, Soo-Woo, L-O-C
Puttin' money over bullshit, that's MOB
I throw 21's and C's 'cause that's where I be
Chorlton C-Block, right near the cemetery
Twin, Jacob and Migz, forever in my memory

Nell Lane estate Pitbull, different pedigree
Smoked the chopper on foot, garden trotting MRE
We smoke Broccoli to the brain while we run up celery
Trap lines going sick 'cause we got better B
Got Scorp's a Mac's, cartel weaponry
Smoke Broccoli to the brain while we run up celery
Trap lines going sick 'cause we got better B
Got Scorp's a Mac's, cartel weaponry (Legendary made this one)

Six-litre whips, seven-figure pots
Eight with the gang, nine milly's bang
Ten-litre crops, MAC-11 pops
12 in the jury, five in the dock

Six-litre whips, seven-figure pots
Eight with the gang, nine milly's bang
Ten-litre crops, MAC-11 pops
12 in the jury, five in the dock

Six-litre whips, seven-figure pots
Eight with the gang, nine milly's bang
Ten-litre crops, MAC-11 pops
12 in the jury, five in the dock (Legendary made this one)