[Intro: J Spades]
Why get money on your own
When you can get money with your team
And get rich together, you know
It's the head n*gga in charge
It's my third year
And I am the talk in these streets
[Chorus: J Spades]
We're the real talk in these streets
We put London on the map
I don't roll with no police
Rather roll around with my strap
Any n*gga snitching in my ends haffi leave
And can't come back
And all my n*ggas, and all my n*ggas
And all my n*ggas know dat
In the summertime when the sun ah shine
And all my gyaldem look hot
Got a down b*tch, if she's down with it
Might grow some weed in her flat
Gal tell me seh she loves me
And I tell them I love them back
And all my galdem, and all my galdem
And all my galdem know dat
[Verse 1: J Spades]
Nothing worse than a drought, there's nothing about
And you're selling them Z's, 800 an ounce
n*ggas like me hear that (click, clack)
Run in your house
Since my n*ggas run up for real
You, just run up your mouth. Stop it
I need a half a box
And get the next half on consignment (what you mean?)
Ima pay for half
And get the next half on consignment (like seen)
Slide six months and I know dem man deh can't find me
They won't let me blow
So while I'm on the roads I stay grimey (stay grinding)
Finesse that n*gga
Ain't nobody gonna stress me out
Somebody gonna stress that n*gga
Cause when we left that n*gga
Half a brick dun left that n*gga
But they've been getting money for a long time
That's just a little setback n*gga
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Snap Capone]
Snap Capone the black Mussolini
Got crack in the bottle n*gga no genie
357 when man's stepping
Remix the brick then ima sell it
I'm counting up this money thinking 'f*ck the plug'
I run up with a brick of buj a nine of dubs
Vivienne Westwood everything
My West ting ten out of ten, Afghan heroin
I stay looking fly in the name of drugs
n*ggas talking beef, but we know they're soft
Finesse that strap, disarm that n*gga
I've got brick on con, and I ain't gon pay that n*gga
Snap Capone from that Southside
n*ggas die when we ride
Hollow tips in that G9
I'm on that Eastside of that London
Fields n*gga, sh*t's real n*gga
Skrrr skrrr in that Porsche n*gga
Headshot blood spill n*gga
Got a bad b popping pills n*gga
[Chorus]