I want you to get this fuck where he breathes
I want you to find this nancy boy, Eliot Ness
I want him dead!
I want his family dead!
I want his house burnt to the ground!
I wanna go there in the middle of the night and wanna piss on his ashes!
I was 16 with the Dual-SIM, trappin' not schoolin'
I can't name an establishment that I never broke the rules in
Knife him when his group feel my samurai tucked
We put samurais in guts, still they glamorise us
We cause pain in their prayers
See, this gangster life's fucked
I see a friend turn pagan, turn snitch, little bitch
I'm just happy that he switchеd, or he would've bite us
I see snakеs in the grass, I make sure that mine's cut
I get brain then I leave, I leave a bitch mind fucked
Must've thought we was a thing, baby, this was just a fling
When we left your boy in stitches, couldn't hold my laughter in
Pour a litre, make a track, I call that mix and masterin'
Chop a nigga like a ninja, you can call me Master Ying
If SY get him first, then I ching him after him
All I knew was rock and dirt, now it's music and marketing
All I knew was DIY, now I do the targetin'
Put on Blade Brown when I'm choppin' up Bobby
Call me Blade Black, call my album Bags and Bodies
My brown blade's my job, my black blade is my hobby
Wanted payback, so I get it back in blood with the dotty or semi
Flip a penny, want your head if you run your tail
Slime hit you with the shell if you slow like snail
Slime hit him with the slug and sent a nigga hell
Fuckin' hell, they gave my blooda 21 years in jail
Shit was gettin' intense, I was buckin' old friends
I'm tryna leave them in tents, 'cah murder is the intent
Money is the motive and the bando be the workplace
Judas is my workmate, for six nights he worked late
Druggin' for the Queen's face he took for a birthday
His brodie passed away and it hit me in the worst way
Had me sittin' in the cell, fantasising mad tings
Then I bust my case, I put my dreams into action
Make a nigga sleep the same place that I saw him standin'
It's like my dreams came true when I saw the blanket
We put tents in their block like they're going campin'
Verified the target
When it's murder, no misunderstandin'
AG be the mandem
Fuck the Queens, we the Kings of Camden
Everybody's rappin' like they're bangin', they ain't seen a killin'
'Cause that nigga awkward
He ain't drillin', he a fuckin' villain
Lookin' at the script, why ain't he feelin' what I'm fuckin' feelin'?
"Why ain't you angry as I am?"
"Huh?"
"That's what I wanna know. If man fuckin' bussed shots at you and I know about it, it's fuckin' mad,"
"Bruv, you got-"
"I'm ridin' out immediately. Why don't you fuckin' care?"
Put on Blade Brown when I'm choppin' up Bobby
Call me Blade Black, call my album Bags and Bodies
My brown blade's my job, my black blade is my hobby
Wanted payback, so I get it back in blood with the dotty or semi
Flip a penny, want your head if you run your tail
Slime hit you with the shell if you slow like snail
Slime hit him with the slug and sent a nigga hell
Fuckin' hell, they gave my blooda 21 years in jail
Ay free Armed Response, my fuckin' bludda
You get me? Keep your head up my guy
Free all the AGBs, fuck the opps
Free the opps so they can fuckin' drop
Gang shit