Want My Head

I was riding shotgun with a shotgun

Tryna catch me a hot one

28 grams was chopping and bagging it up

Till my oibay got done

Fuck that life I lived, still no regrets

Till I'm put in a box

Josh Addo Car brother, that's it my bra, let's trot ay

Ay brother let's trot, seen cunts get got

Seen cunts get knocked, ay

Seen cops rock up take my G's straight from the block, ay

Came a long way from run run nonstop

Now we out here on this music and we heading for the top

Tell me why they lie in their tracks lad

These cunts need to go back track

I wasn't that laid back then, they had Converses and snap backs

Cunts get mixed up like my snack pack

Had gloves and ballys in backpacks

Urchin the fuckin' block

Grab that hottie and bang then dash that, ay

Rolling with ganstas, popping smoke at these fakesters

Yeah, they ain't riders, 'cause they're writers that be statements

They scared of there opps, that's why they're covering their faces

Lad I got I rich dreams, that's paper chasin'

Always keep it on me just in case they wanna step

I gotta thank the Lord that I'm still here, yeah lad I'm blessed

Too many want my head, yeah too many want me dead

But I'll X 'em out the game if they fucking with my bread

I know they want my head but I'm breathing that mean they pussy

When it's crunch time, my brother then bring it to me

I'm a soldier on the grind, no stopping no coming for me

I ain't never worried, run it up until I'm buried yeah

Oz funk don bro came out the cage

And cunts that talked went missing

Uso I'll keep a kitchen

For a mission on a gronk that's switching

Hundreds and fifty's got me itching

Fuck all of my opposition

They envy the life that we livin'

I'm uppin' the game with no competition, ay

Send me the location

Like Dave and watch 'em get wasted

Ain't no GTA, we ain't playin', traps gon' get raided, ay

They cutting loose ends

Ain't no barber, watch 'em get faded

None of my team get traded

No NBA bra. they'll get bladed ay

Uso tell 'em why we do this, 'cause I think they know lad

If they test my pride, then we can go and fuckin' throw that

Two of South West best yeah lad they 'ready know that

Know I gotta praise the Lord, 'cause I got the little bro back

Always keep it on me, just in case they wanna step

I gotta thank the lord that I'm still here, yeah lad, I'm blessed

Too many want my head, yeah too many want me dead

But I'll X 'em out the game if they fcking with my bread

I know they want my head but I'm breathing that mean they pussy

When it's crunch time, my brother, then bring it to me

I'm a soldier on the grind, no stopping, no coming for me

I ain't never worried, run it up until I'm buried yeh