4 Of Us (feat. Youngs Teflon, Rimzee & Tiny Boost)

Mummy raised a good yute

But I'm bad like my surname Jackson

Fifty cent coins in this handgun

You ever heard a MAC ring?

Ain't nothing like a Samsung

And we was making snow fall way before Damson

Classmates turnt wet, they underneath the drier

How they singing like Mariah? Turned the hood into a choir

Told mum "I'm going church", I was handing out them flyers

I'm talking 'bout them samples, felt like Marlo in The Wire

'Cause **** like-mind, I ain't met too many

Lay a finger on my dreads, they gon' get the semi

Uptown nights had me sweating Henny

Left with Jenny

Gave me deep throat, I gave her Ben & Jerry's

Catch me in the 'burbs, I'm just swerving through the lanes

Got it overseas, my Cuban links ain't a chain

She asked me what I'm on

I said, "World domination"

'Cause me and my thoughts are like Pinky and the Brain

And **** know the codes

Don't come outside without your bally

Stoney on the island, but you know we smoking Cali

Out in Santorini in the villa, I'm with Sally

By the seashore I sold shells to the catties

Me and akh done it twice, we plannin' on a triple

XRP, we're tryna let the coin ripple

I partied with the twin barrels, that's a double dribble

Pockets full of sweets, these ain't Harribos or Skittles

I just wanna eat Benihanas

Missed seven summers, shit I had to do for these Balenciagas

I make it look lit, but it's been hard

Got rich off a SIM card

Pull strings, no guitar

Outside was frying like dumplings

But I couldn't come in

Took mad L's, but I won big

Baguettes in the ring for all them years on the wing

I hope Allah forgive me for my sins

In them streets, I'm certi

Tryna get a body on this ting, ain't going Turkey

Had me queuing up for servery

The hood raised me, block boy before JB

My come-up was serious, JME

It's hard to think about streaming

Got **** doing life on some street shit and **** that ain't breathing

I remember going dances with big Glocks

Sixty for the wristwatch

These **** dancing on TikTok

Known for getting trappy and taping off roads

These rap **** make it up as they go

Late nights in the T, testing dinners on fiends

Sendin' dusty yutes to cunch and they're coming back clean

Upper Clapton dream, I feel like Martin Luther

Put me in a class full of trappers, I'ma come out the tutor

Took mad losses, I can tell you how them Ls feel

Or how to build a banging line from a jail cell

They sleeping on my gangsters till the night I'm standing over ya

Headshot and we gon' test out your Obeah

Can't stand around pigs and rats, got a phobia

I'm from Peckham where it's protocol to keep a pole on ya

Hard body boost, bitch, don't ask me for no soft line

I was seventeen on the Glock hype

Same way I still put your body on a lock knife

Oh my god, what happened to Virgil? I'ma still get it off white

It's like every day I wake up on the wrong side

True, my main ones been gone for a long time

Murder squad, can't roll if you ain't never let your burner off

So much **** sliding, I can't tell you whose work it was

All I know is that we put it in

There ain't a block that I wouldn't spin

Tiny Boost a.k.a. Mr. Walk-up-and-let-it-ring

Certified O.G., huh, I'm a veteran

And I ain't gotta check the ting

True, I know it's loaded

Mask on, but he knows I smoked it

Jakes on me, I don't know who told 'em

Any little **** wanna claim gangs these times, they had no involvement

No emotion when I'm fucking these hoes

I don't care who's inside, I'll still run in your home

I'm tryna leave with the belly

What's beef?

You see, beef is when you squeeze till it's empty, it's real

I can't stop Suedey from making songs about killing

I ain't gotta follow or double tap, I'm still hitting

In the station, but this time for something that I didn't

In the booth only time you might hear me try singing

My youngin back in the block, serving days, three nickings

I ain't hit her since I hit

I ain't tripping

Me, I hate cats, but I make sure that I provide for my kittens

You ain't ever had two spinners kissing, not twinning

Might put her in YSL

Pissed I'm on the phone to her less than my clientele

Tagging up a nine, I can do it with my aisle scales

Feds thought Crash lined it up

And that's why they said no when he applied for bail

When the bag's orange, only time I'm tryna take a L

Waste of money cah I ain't even gonna do my bail

I ain't tryna ride with no **** scared to do the jail

If we get caught, he might do the tales

Yo, I was robbing phones way before I started fucking girls

Mum asked why I'm selling crack – "Cah it fucking sells"

Firearms, what, I'ma buy before I pay for nails

I got ten-tens from Liverpool to A-T-L

Used to rob older ****, never used to shoplift

I jump on the stage and my fans doing mosh pits

Them **** don't like me cah I really does this

My **** done it bait and got busted, free him up