[Intro] Brigade MKThePlug Sapphire Beatsz [Verse 1: Meekz] Dropped the last ting Got everyone askin', what's with the mask ting? Is he wanted? Have they grabbed him? Is he paid off this rap ting or is he trappin'? I got fans in the USA, now I can fly packs in But right now, the mandem are growin' a mad ting We got UK cheap and eighths for the low Three-five or five for the 'Dam ting I paid three G's for the hand ting Can your block fry plantain? Free my G's on the landin' I can tell by the way that my man's actin' That he's never been locked for the mad ting Lost it all and remanded Sat in jail gettin' racks in Connectin', came home Got links all over the map now, I'm active Tek' a time in jail for some daft shit My last run was good while it lasted Ten quid on a Tuesday, stupid bastards Two kids in the bando movin' backwards Push flake 'til I'm paid, in the grave or landin' Guess I'm paid off trappin' If I get locked with opps I'll rock my sock, I ain't chillin' with snakes on the landin' I woke up switchin', pissed off at random Probably cah my bitch never answered I'm on FaceTime to my G Go to the strip club and show me the dancers Fuck the home, I'll imagine I'll be home 'til my phone in a badness Home to the roads, gettin' dough for my nanan Amount of O's that a man made vanish Shit I did for the dough, man a savage Manchester, home of the gangsters I don't trust Insta, my phone or bangers Anything I do in there is all banters If it weren't for the feds I'd show you a madness This ain't promo, if I post a pic with bro-bro Had the popo doin' mad shit In the pot got the yolo doin' backflips Gotta TT the block and OT the magic I gotta have it, must be habits, rusty, bang it Country slangin', bunch of has beens You ain't gangin', changed the game, bare thankin' Changed the game, better thank him Young rich shit what the fiends in the band think [Verse 2: M1llionz] The man at the desk just askin' me questions 'No sergeant, I don't feel suicidal' Fans playing my tunes on Tidal While I'm tryna spend stream money on rifles I dashed my phone but I got it backed up So I can't really lie man, that's sim card's vital Next day, I got my worker runnin' like Usain Bolt in Olympic finals Rejected the duty solicitor and went 'no comment' It ain't rocket science And this game ain't hot, it's fryin' I ain't no ganja farmer, the crop keeps dyin' I'm on the tech' and the night bus rushed by Won't get through this door how hard you try it Barricade in case the power rangers raid And have man on basic dyin' I just come out the station pissed In Morley's, fans shouldn't have asked for a pic It's mandatory that I black out the whip These tints help me blend when carryin' sticks I hit the market town shottin' twenties for tens Of course, there's magic in it Sent a broke ting to traffic a brick Don't touch the suitcase, there's packets in it Kitchen ting to the training ground It might have got peak after football trials I spent seven on designer bugs Old school times, would've been Scott & Lyle Or should I say Lyle & Scott That .40 did jam cah it had no oil Known for shottin' machine in these slim fit jeans That's what you call pattern and style That 50cc weren't blowin' no trace Man had to get it de-restricted Loaded the dash and my seat just lifted Buss the red lights and the jakes just missed it Fifteen bills, get the calls encrypted For the PGP, man might just risk it And it ain't for no biscuit Half box of B in Raw brown rizlas [Verse 3: teeway] They locked my block cah the junkies wired I used to get ku off B Low, come like Heathrow The pack just flyin' Verbal abuse from pussies All for the crutch, that's tired Revolvers that bang Pinocchio gang cah the whole of your gangdem liars Check it, ST livin' in cunch He'll spin it on drunks and the waigons too Ten got ten tryna aim and shoot This big lead in the skeng We don't pay for fire like pay-per-view S just let that bang out the German I smack that like I'm in eighty-two I don't know nuttin' 'bout retail workin' I kept on jerkin' and takin' food How could I get more weight to move? I was so young as a weighty fucker Two hands on a weighty brucker Mum know I'm gonna be late for supper Bro tryna reb it in eights, you nutter That's fifties right to the one G I should've had paper planes I hit the one-way, head right to the country Thankful for the life that I got Tight rock, Lira Galore and Jason Buss how much shoots in cunch like Kaylum Two hundred miles up north Ain't Futurama, we need a spaceship Smashin' it out like Karla's back in the town Never missed a patient Niggas wanna be famous M still paintin' the pave' like Banksy Three t'ump knock on the door Tell Roger to hide with Stan, no Francine Really should've made a plan B Four fives off, now the junkies thank me We ain't never been Berlin I was way too young in a German back seat Lost his-, thought he was Tarzan Bare fake yutes just tryna facade man M10 on the loose, that's loose, he's drownin' Save him, get him an armband I risked all my rights for bro And I lost rights when the cunts disarm man Now I need me an auto rents Cah the stupid pigs put me on a car ban [Verse 4: Pa Salieu] I put my time in the trap I put my slugs in mashes How many times was I under attack? How many times did I back out my-? And showed him the world is passa Young dark one gettin' mula Officer, I won't surrender Free up my brudda, that's K1 Free up my brudda, that's Jojo Free up my brudda, that's Mason Rolled all black like Jason Free up Berto, the shit dem Isle of Wight He's still holding it down I come from a side of town Where you either eat, or be eaten In the hill side strip we're so ravin' But we still got the din 'Cause of risks we took Did I get rushed? How many donuts must get rushed? I swing first and still left last They see guns, should've seen their face I see them flee, them boy feeble I pree them snakes from a bird's eye view Came like eagle, with the militant power Them boy sour, can't be like me Lizzy baby, my wifey I can't take treason lightly I was in a useless strip I was flippin' that work daily Your girl say that I'm wavey Oh, I know I'm so wavey The ghetto is what made me old The ghetto is what made me Like, hop out the Ford with force Quick, skrr, better not fall Dotty came long and tall Hammer man down like Thor Win a mad ting, still score and bore Dip a mad ting, I'm mad with sword If a man try show no remorse Show no remorse Like, 'low all the verbal chat Dem ah talk, dem ah talk, dem ah talk, dem ah talk Dem ah talk, 'til a boy gets Whoosh, splash and that Misch, mash and bag packs in the morn' Wham war haffi dead Try balls, night falls gone red Could've been neck or I came all dark like umm [Outro] Brigade MKThePlug Sapphire Beatsz