Bags and Bodies

(I want you to get this fuck where he breathes

I want you to find this nancy boy, Eliot Ness

I want him dead!

I want his family dead!

I want his house burnt to the ground!

I wanna go there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his ashes!)

I was 16 with the Dual SIM, trappin' not schoolin'

I can't name an establishment I never broke the rules in

Knife him when his group feel my samurai tucked

We put samurais in guts, still they glamorise us

We cause pain in their prayers

See, the gangster life's fucked

I see a friend turn paigon, turn snitch, little bitch

I'm just happy that he switched, or he would've bite us

I see snakes in the grass, I make sure that mine's cut

I get brain then I leave, I leave a bitch mind fucked

Must've thought we was a thing, baby, this was just a fling

When we left your boy in stitches, couldn't hold my laughter in

Pour a litre, make a track, I call that mix and masterin'

Chop a **** like a ninja, you can call me Master Ying

If SY get him first, then I ching him after him

All I knew was rock and dirt, now I'm music marketing

All I knew was DIY and now I do the targetin'

Put on Blade Brown when I'm choppin' up Bobby

Call me Blade Black, call my album Bags and Bodies

My brown blade's a job, my black blade is a hobby

Wanted payback, so I get it back in blood with the dotty or semi

Flip a penny, want your head if you run your tail

Slime hit you with the shell if you slow like snail

Slime hit him with the slug and sent a **** hell

Fuckin' hell, they gave my blooda 21 years in jail

Shit was gettin' intense, I was buckin' old friends

I'm tryna leave them in tents, 'cah murder is the intent

Money is the motive and the bando be the workplace

Till business is my workmate, for 6 nights he worked late

Juggin' for the Queen's face you took for a birthday

His brodie passed away and it hit me in the worst way

Had me sittin' in the cell, fantasising mad tings

Then I bust my case, I put my dreams into action

Make a **** sleep the same place that I saw him standin'

It's like my dreams came true when I saw the blanket

We put tents in their block like they're going campin'

Verified the target

When it's murder, no misunderstandin'

AG be the mandem

Fuck the Queens, we the Kings of Camden

Everybody's rappin' like they're bangin', they ain't seen a killin'

'Cause that **** awkward

He ain't drillin', he a fuckin' villain

Lookin' at the street, why ain't he feelin' what I'm fuckin' feelin'?

(Why ain't you angry as I am? Huh?

That's what I wanna know, if man fuckin' bussed shots at you and I know about it, it's fuckin' mad

Bruv, you got-

I'm ridin' out immediately, why don't you fuckin' care?)

Put on Blade Brown when I'm choppin' up Bobby

Call me Blade Black, call my album Bags and Bodies

My brown blade's a job, my black blade is a hobby

Wanted payback, so I get it back in blood with the dotty or semi

Flip a penny, want your head if you run your tail

Slime hit you with the shell if you slow like snail

Slime hit him with the slug and sent a **** hell

Fuckin' hell, they gave my blooda 21 years in jail

Ay free Armed Response, my fuckin' bludda

You get me? Keep your head up my guy

Free all the AGBs, fuck the opps

Free the opps so they can fuckin' drop

Gang shit