Scene Smasher

(Legendary made this one)

Came from the trenches, still they hate and envy

The chopper make you dive like Édouard Mendy

It's real out here, this shit's never ending

F1 with the work, then I mix and blend it

Tryna make millions like that Brum rapper

I was a armed blagger then I turned trapper

Real gun blaster, boy you better run faster

You gon' end up in the dirt when them slugs catch ya

Lean out the ride, I try end man

But the skeng jam, he shoulda been a dead man

He was dead prang, we're aiming for his leg fam

Outfit jet black, was aiming for his head back

They gave my **** more years than he's lived G

Only fifteen, that **** had some big dreams

Man this shit's peak, that **** was a real G

Done so much dirt, that **** filthy

Five days in Dubai, I spent ten racks

But it's nothing, hit the trap and then I get it back

Full time trap star, I never slack

Serve hella cats, came up off of selling crack

Slap twenty on my whip, I didn't rent this

Pockets were empty, now my money lengthy

Gucci, Fendi, my lifestyle expensive

Still in them trenches, still whipping up and blending

Started selling bits, now it's wholesale

Bricks get stamped on, no mail

Boil a kettle, heat the presser, watch me double up

Now these hoes wanna fuck because my money up

But I just wanna fuck, I don't wanna cuddle up

I'm tryna rub and touch, bend it over fuck it up

I need a real freak, I need a fucking slut

But I ain't tryna stay around once I buss my nut

Forty on my wrist, who'd have thought I'd be this rich?

Fifteen on my neck, I look litty when I step

Twenty on my whip, man there's levels to this shit

I thank the Lord I'm still here, I should be dead or in the bin

Every day I sin, they never used to let me win

They had me in the bin, was lifting heavy in the gym

Terroring the wing, man there's levels to this ting

Came up selling crack stones and heroin in cling

Just got a re-up, paid cash

No Merc, fam the work's still A-class

Class A, man my lifestyle fast paced

Top spot, I ain't coming last place

Top tier, ain't looking down man I gone clear

Thirty boxes in one year, Gucci and Moncler

It's like which one am I gonna wear?

Fuck it, might cop another pair

Touch mine I double dare

I ain't afraid to bun a breh

Plus I got my young gunners there

And I got my brothers there