Yo,If you real come get me,
coz i aint running,
take the scrunched fiver,
and the butterfly knife huh,
flick it out,
put the five in the pocket,
veins arise from the surface,
the horizon is restless,
and then stress,
my guy rolling up a tens,
bought it from a next kid,
he claimed it costed him a benz,
a benz is a ten,
note to be exact,
money aint the priority,
knives never compact,
i stay under the hood,
eyes watchin,never could,
realise why these fools act like they would,
my eyez full of revenge,
endless days of no sleep,
yet i stay sleek,towns,i midnight creep,
jump in the blacked out jeep,
projects is deep,
full of hollow heads and creeps,
N.P.K two minutes from the yard,
gangs slagin,chains clatter,
half claim they're hard,
hoody,my hats a wooly,
tracksuits low,laces drag on he flo',
death in the making,
far from a show.