[Verse 1: Eyez]
I'm like, fuck feds the law is a scam
And I ain't supporting their plan
I hate police I can't wait to see the pork in the can like a portion of spam
It's fucked up, mandem calling me a champ, when I spat bars it was caught in the camp
Fuck all of your man, I'll war with your gang yet rub together like I'm warming my hands
[Verse 2: Eyez]
Yo, It's E to the Y
Got a bigger buzz than Bee's in the hive
That's fact, no reason to lie
Been in crack flaps with the bees and the whites
Dash that, had to leave it behind
Stack cash I got P's on my mind
Keep your trap trapped when you speaking to I
You better keep it in line
[Verse 3: Eyez]
Coz most of my youngers are mentally ill
Most of my youngers are tempted to kill
Most of my youngers all poke up the olders and most of the olders are meant to be real
Most of the youngers are friends with the still
Man get jacked when they friendly with Jill
Fam in black at the end of the hill
That's a bad ending for real
[Verse 4: Eyez]
Some youngers go pen for a bill
Run into the shop, empty the till
Should of kept it but I like the end of the quote but his mate snaked and eventually squaled
Youngers say I got plently of skill
Hot bars like silhouette in the grill
They labels dem don't know my Asian friend but still wanna mention the deal
[Verse 5: Eyez]
Yo! Time to murder
Don't like me, vice versa
I suggest you invest and buy a burner
Cos when I catch ya, I ain't tryna firmes you
I ain't tryna act pally and cool
Drown that clown in the paddling pool
Make sure you carry your tool cos I roll with man that are savage and cruel
[Verse 6: Eyez]
Yeah I roll with maniacs, couple white geezers but they mainly black
Raise the strap, aim the gat take ya cash, you won't get none of your paper back, nah
You won't get none of it back, you don't wanna see this brudda' get mad
Twisted, man just cut him and stab
Leave his body to rot in the flats
[Verse 7: Eyez]
Listen!
If you're a ganja farmer, if you're a if you're a ganja farmer
If you're a ganja farmer you better go hide your marijuana
Creep on your crop no balaclava
Been on the blocks in a bag of drama
Don't go gym, man a marga
We all get stressed, some have it harder
I don't give a fuck bout a black president
Cos I ain't 'ad 'elp from Barrack Obama
[Verse 8: Eyez]
Now I ain't 'ad 'elp from my man der
Jus' a black man in a white mans chair
Of my man der, jus' a black man in a white mans chair
Nowadays man don't wanna fight man fear
Don't have straightners like ironing hair
Using the bits ain't using the fists and beef they squeeze, shootin' a stick
Fifteen year old no job on the block with a Glock that's what a hooligan is
[Verse 9: Eyez]
Known as a ninja, man roll up no golden Virginia, six black dudes with six packs too
Got a big fat zoot and a roach on my finga
Eyez is cool like an icycle
That's right you fools I'm colder than winter
Clash me because you wanted to win now I'm onto your skin like ???, listen
[Verse 10: Eyez]
Get spun in a flash, I'll dead em and end all dramas
Honestly lad, your mum is a slag
You got 7 potential fathers
Cuzzie's you mad, which one is your dad?
Why is your mum always getting with farmers?
Probably has the spottiest vaj
Stinking clothes and smelly pajamas
[Verse 11: Eyez]
You like fat Foreigners, tribal chicks and black warriors
When my man wants to draw gyal, he just goes where McDonald's is
Yo, you like dodgey mingers, with 3 or 4 chins and podgy fingers
Sloppy minges that proper lingers, plus she don't speak no fuckin' English
[Verse 12: Eyez]
I don't like this geezer, my man is an Asylum seeker
Fake passport and a Chinese visa
Parents don't have ID either
You should leave this country, your mumzie is a fiending junkie
Why do your girlfriends teeth look wonky
Skidmarks she needs to clean her undies
