20 Draws lyrics

[Verse 1: KayMuni]
Yo, I'm on the roads twenty-fours
You said you was my bro, was for life so what you telling for?
I started with a Z of raw
Scratch that, I started with like twenty draws
I ain't at the top, but we up twenty floors
I was up twenty quid when we jammed him up with two sticks
Seen guys talk the most, they ain't do sh*t
I ain't say sh*t, I do the most though, ask guys
I splash guys, they ain't gotta ask if we slap guys
Bro FaceTimed him and he ain't have an iPhone
I used to work the line like, "One day, this be my phone"
I sat up in my cell like, "One day I'ma be rich"
But every day feds wanna bag me for PWITS
Bine flying through the air in thе middle of the day, bro
I was so broke, how thе f*ck I'm gonna stay home?
Yo, it's all good getting money, what you do with it?
Muni ain't burying no mashes, I come through with it
We're bonded by mud, they don't even know what loyal means
And yo, I wish I had it, woulda paid for the lawyer fees
They're talking all these years, I said I don't know who the guys are
My bro licked ten bricks and dropped me a nine bar
Dange will tell you, I don't really lack when I leave my crib
Bro, you ain't jumping in no cars and beating sticks
You ain't hitting licks or billing strips then why we speaking for?
This new heat seeker gonna detect a meteor
Fly the door, go round the back, we'll go the front way
I can't lie, Muni never been on no runway
I know 'bout sweat box trips on a Monday
Crown court trialling all week for a gun case
And still got a guilty at the end of the week
And why you say, "Free the guys"? You ain't sent him no P's
So he can spend it on weed cah, boy, it's expensive in there
The roads forgot about him, but he respected in there
I done six summers, this my seventh winter, B
Don't get shot off the fence, there ain't no in between
Shoulda been a millionaire but feds always intervene
Between me and bro, we got bagged with like six machines
But I don't tell gyal that, she asked why I'm in, I said "Food"
I had five years left, I told her two
You ain't know what we do to get bread and, yo, I don't wanna say still
Backed the fours on him, told him, "Stay still"
[Verse 2: Marnz Malone]
I remember it was AJ tee with the kicks matching them
H on my buckle and my jeans, I stuff cash in 'em
Got your b*tch blowing kisses but I ain't catching 'em
I'm tryna keep up with my money, not the Kardashians
And furthermore, them n*ggas singing like Jorja Smith
Had me in the box like I'm waiting for a corner kick
Still with my guys that I grew up on the corner with
Same ones that was with me through all this sh*t
Really in the field, I don't know about no astro
Standing by the bookies then you wonder why them lads broke
I remember days when I couldn't get a cab home
Ask bro how we shared the sofa in the cat's home
And how we had deals like contract
They see me, they eye me, but they don't make contact
Even if they did, I got suttin for the combat
And all I gotta say is I bet they don't come back