[Intro: SL]
Hahaha
This beat's fire
She asked for one in the slums, little n***a, don't run

[Verse 1: SL]
Look
Turnin' it up, grab your wetter, go dumb
Born in the mud
Chill, I was born in the slums
Little n***a, don't run
Let Camz out the slammer
Long since I've seen my thug
Bitch wanna go three rounds, that's long
Suck it or give me a hug

[Chorus: SL]
Big warzone going on in man's town, but I ain't condonin' none
I don't wanna raise the machine
Rather see me livin' in peace
The way life goes, who knows, we'll see
Social drill so much that he's losing his head
Now he ain't the same with his meds
Just got a grade-A batch that was sellin' man bed
Why the North jawns love Greggs?
[Verse 2: SL]
Dial up your old school lug', I'm cleanin' 'em out
It was worth it for the pound
Still, if he goes too high then we're turnin' it down
Don't let 'em know what we're 'bout
Matter fact, if you shakey, then we'll actually cop
Slide back and sell it right on
Did the same thing a few times till we know that it's on
That stick, it went straight, no cost

[Verse 3: Booter Bee]
I promised myself that I'm not gonna ride
Next thing that you know, they got me back in the car
Know we got burners parked off locals (Bah)
Six-shot pump same size as my arm (Grrah)
And we got waps same size as my fingers
Aim like Lingard, pull it and buck (Bah, Bah)
Run or get put in the dirt (Bah)
Why's everyone rappin' grease?
They ain't done three bootings in a week (Never)
No way could they chat to the Gs
We had man screamin' and ringin' police (Pussy)
We turned killers to victims
**** got shot out the passenger seat (Pow)
**** got done in the barbers, one more shot would've turned him deceased
[Chorus: SL]
Big warzone going on in man's town, but I ain't condonin' none
I don't wanna raise the machine
Rather see me livin' in peace
The way life goes, who knows, we'll see
Social drill so much that he's losing his head
Now he ain't the same with his meds
Just got a grade-A batch that was sellin' man bed
Why the North jawns love Greggs?
Big warzone going on in man's town, but I ain't condonin' none
I don't wanna raise the machine
Rather see me livin' in peace
The way life goes, who knows, we'll see
Social drill so much that he's losing his head
Now he ain't the same with his meds
Just got a grade-A batch that was sellin' man bed
Why the North jawns love Greggs?

[Outro]
This beat's fire
Lost Kid mixed it