Quincy

Cold nights in the Gaza
It was either go home or go harder
Back then we was runnin' man down, Mo Farah
But the opps were faster
And we didn't know nuttin' 'bout waps
Had a kitchen blade and a axe
It was Jump Out Gang
No dingers, them times it was Goldline cabs
And I didn't think we'd all go jail
I never thought that Crookes would get twelve
Didn't think that we'd all take L's
I never thought they'd take Ramz as well
But this is the life we livin'
Fifteen, I was doin' up kitchens
Eighteen, I was doin' up spinners
Now the opps dem got, let's bill it
That's lovely anywhere I go, I'm comfy
And I'm still keepin' up on fuckery
That boy got touched and he didn't turn pack
Next time he won't be so lucky
Free the Gaza, free Snizz, free Wizz
Free Rum free Shortz, Nero and Funds
Can't forget about my driller C1
Yeah, I miss my members yeah, I miss my 7's
Free Stun
I swear he really done man reckless
Left niggas on stretchers
And I'm still out 'ere
Squeezing these weapons
On my life, this beef ain't ending, never
Anytime I step it's pepper
Blacked out tracky and leathers, gang, gang

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay, my fuckin' nigga you know
Ay, nah, what you tellin' me man?
I swear down my nigga, I miss the roads
Ay, man's just here baking off bro, man
With the lifers
You know what it is already man same shit
But yeah man, don't worry
Man, man's home soon, Soon man
You get me?
But yeah, man puttin' the mash away my bro
Signing out, man ah hit you up though man
Real soon man, don't worry