Junkyard

Yeah

Cos I will pull up on you quick, bang from the whip

Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick

Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit

Link up with the crew, head back to the bits

Where I pull up on you quick, bang from the whip

Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick

Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit

Link up with the crew, head back to the bits

Let me take it from the top, back in "New Cross"

Asked a lot about me, this is where I got my flow locked

Drove a stolen car to the school, if I got chased I didn't stop

Fast and Furious I spin off like I'm "Hobbs" or "The Rock"

People stay what, really repped for my block

I was fighting before I knew about "Goku" or "Brock"

Left or Right man dropped, never scared never soft

It was Peckham vs Ghetto so you had to be on job

You was shook if you just watched, I'm from the ends I've seen a lot

I've seen it jam I've seen it pop, I've seen a life, I've seen it lost

It's sad to say but this environment has made me changed a lot

I used to be so flipping quiet, nowadays I'm flipping off like I will

Pull up on you quick, bang from the whip

Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick

Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit

Link up with the crew, head back to the bits

Where I pull up on you quick, bang from the whip

Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick

Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit

Link up with the crew, head back to the bits

Okay you fuckin' with the Wizzer, we like "RZA", "GZA"

Cut a lot of scissor, still I'm not a fizzer

Roll, the cigar, we don't use cigar-

Rette, regret, your silly disrespect

You get a cheque, delivered, don't run to the cops

All my **** say I look like "Hobbs" or the "Rock"

But with hair, prepare, I'm going in this year

My brudda need a hundred grand, I said, "I got one spare"

But I'ma need a 5 percent interest, we all got rent

I only rest when I invest, I made a whole lot off of "Blessed"

I swear these rappers making pills, the way they force it with depressed

I used to slang, I used to step, don't think I won't attack your neck, cos I will

Pull up on you quick, bang from the whip

Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick

Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit

Link up with the crew, head back to the bits

Where I pull up on you quick, bang from the whip

Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick

Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit

Link up with the crew, head back to the bits

Tekker the beat, could never be no G

Checking with me, cah the levels elite

I got tekkers agree?

Rhetorical when I ask it I know I'm ahead of the league

What you telling me P?

Most of these breddas are jealous of our money shown

You could see what I get in a week

Most of these rappers ain't reppin to me

Don't be considering stepping to us, when you couldn't handle it separate-ly

Our competitors, we finna rest on the ceiling, be taking a D

You better step with some tekkers from "Tekken" when stepping to me

Or some reckless wig on when stepping to me

Yuh affi bend it like "Beckham" to get in the team

These draculas breddas still get in for free

It's telepathy on the track

Back to back and we fuck up the track

And we put on a tracker and track up the pack

They a couple of cappers they clucking for cats

And a couple of nittys to back up their racks

Jackin' a pack and then cabbin' it back

At the gat in the bag at the back of they flacks

I'm racking up stacks I back it with stats

Cos I was a teefer, now I got plaques

I'm finna set up a twitch in this bitch

And just tweet out a link of the bitch that I'm with

Tryna wrestle the dick, tell her "Sit on the tip"

If you sub to the channel she swivel a bit

And we live and direct and we winning and rich

From the Coys to notes to crib in the sticks

I beat the tune to a million bits

Money over everyone that isn't as sick

Mad

As you can hear I'm deep in the bag I'm a G and and Dad

You can feel my energy's deep in the rap

Authority when man speak on the track

I'm live on the stage just me and the mic

To my face, shutdown then we leave through the back

Unfairly, speaking of raps

It's me and ocean, no even in that

No even in that and I'm a don and I'm a G

I put a tracker on I caught a brudda running to the weed

They said they capping on a **** tryna run and I delete 'em

Tryna batter don I couldn't never runner from a neek

And then a Marathon, you gotta proper hustle for the P

And fuck a tag along, you really gotta struggle for the team

Oh, you a badder man, a cannibal, a murderer a animal

I never seen a dup of energy surrounding me