[Verse]
Look into the eyes of a grown man
I've been that since thirteen
And that's when I shotted my first teenth
Before I ever made a rap song, I served fiends
The dubs was kinda pricey, the bobs was dirt cheap
I put Izzy on the map, I know that's a bold statement
But quick, let me give you an explanation
When I was fourteen, I ended up at the station
Fifteen when I was first incarcerated
And that was back in 2000
I got caught slipping with a few ounces
In jail I had to get busy
Cause certain man thought I was soft, true I repped Izzy
But 2002 when I left Ashfield
The whole jail knew bout my borough, it was that real
I taught most of them robber yutes bout the trap still
So if rap don't work, the trap will
I was repping Highbury way back in the late nineties
From a early age, I let the street life hype me
Big for my age so no one wanted to fight me
And when the olders went out raving they'd invite me
Banks was in the ends tryna approach me, I wouldn't listen
Never gave him the chance to show me he was good at spitting
I knew Weezy Brown way before this rap shit
Weezy introduced me to Westy, it's been a wrap since
I remember the first time Westy showed me Squeeks
TP, I run the whole street
We started tearing down tracks in Westy's yard
Couple mandem in the crib going extra hard
In '09 me and Westy started a campaign
Love, Honour, Obey and then Banks came
I linked my South side dons who made the Black page
No sleep, we was on a rampage
I went jail for some shit that I didn't do
Banks dropped some videos, he was killing the views
My not guilty verdict pissed off the flying squad
Return of the king, I went back to the Highbury blocks
The trio was killing 'em, there were none better
I set fire to the booth for 1Xtra
And then Banks made Bada Bing
And since then it's like everyone's been mad at him
But when the beef came they were not about
So I weren't surprised when they dropped him out
Banks was a target, his name started popping and
No one got involved when the pagans tried knock him out
I did what I does best
Jumped in the booth and made Usual Suspects
Then I dropped Reallionaire
Some real bars on the hardest beats
K was holding me down way before RMT
And Banks was flying solo but they was fiending for the trio
Then shit changed when Squeeks dropped Big Squeeko
That one track put him back in the game
That one track had him chatting his name
But I don't think that everybody can handle the fame
Cah all them YouTube views can gas up your brain
Before I eat, make sure my peeps are cool
If he don't really trust me then how can we be cool?
And Banks moves a bit strange but that comes with the game
His big deal made him paranoid and fucked up his brain
Love, Honour, Obey, it's way deeper than this rapping ting
The dirty laundry's in public and it's embarrassing
Back and forth on Twitter like some internet warriors
Shoulda kept it private, you're entertaining the followers
I fell out with a couple man for the sake of the trio
I always felt my loyalty overtaking my ego
Stuck in the middle on some fence shit
But it was never gonna last, it was built off of fake friendships
Man of my word, anything I say, I meant it
I paid the cost to be the boss, it's expensive
And man are making Izzy look bad
I'm sick and tired of the questions like "What's good Blacks?"
Why them man got passa? Why don't you dead the beef?
Are you and Banks still chatting? You still bless with Squeeks?
Not a lotta man in Izzy get respect from me
I put my borough on my map, me and Westy Beats
That's why before the drop, I shout him out on every beat
Real Izzy boy, I'm suttin you will never be
