Still In The Hood - Kay-o, AlChubbino

Still in the hood, we ain’t clear though

I’m still here though

Man I’m over there and over there’s Ghost

Speaking from a fence line

Man don’t care, stop gassing 'bout your dead line

Like what’s a half a notes

You got money on the net

But your crep, man laugh at those

Took a break off rap, KO’s on the map

Still screaming free my guys

Right now it’s a ghost if I back my knife

Can’t walk in my shoes, they are not your size

Shh got wrapped up twice

One month in Thameside, I wrapped up rice

No girl to hold me down

AJ on the wing, when I’m rolling round

Wherever I am, I hold this crown

More than 10 years, I own this ground

Took a break off rap, V9's on the map

Well man know me, I own this sound

Don’t act silly, one call I get trap giddy

I told G-Trap to rap, he just acts iffy

A man got CR, shout my nigga BR

Fuck your gang, Imma always back Jimmy

On a really though

I do you, that’s a bird like imperial

Gets around like a merry-go

The jakes know I’m in a hole like a cheerio

You ain’t never been active

You’ve always been a actor

You ain’t never been a trapper

Can’t tell me about rapping

I make a nigga bag up

£40 a package, you ain’t never been a trap nigga

Tell the truth

I’m 24 and I ain’t made the news

And every time I hit the booth

I talk about how I whipped up food

I lost some grams but fuck that, I just lost my nan

Free the can, screaming free the can

Fuck cops, you wouldn’t understand

You’re not from the same block as man

(M1OnTheBeat)

Still in the hood like my head and neck

Hot step, we ain’t tecking check

Get it done on ped, grab a skeng and rev

Back then would’ve took a trek

You ain’t never had to deal food

Did a drill and move and leave no real clues

Two bugs up tryna spill juice

Still in the hood, what’s a mil views?

Block life

Ain’t whipping pots so I still gotta ask what the rocks like

Still gotta pass over opp sides, show them we’re not sized

Get bud boxes on consign

Flood your strip, I ain’t confined

Fuck the pigs, we won’t comply

Free my clique, they can’t stop time

Homerton 9, been 'em hot guys

Load up, let shots fly, straight out the barrel

Hope you get hit with these teeth, no enamel

12 shells, red, green and fat like an apple

Free Reeks, he’s one nicked with the white like chapel

My dargs in the pen, no kennel

Lifestyle’s stressful, if they grab A it’s for trees and BE2's been nicked with

the green like Bethnal

I’m in the middle of the field, I play central

Wrapped in my wordplay, special

None of them boy there levels, this shits mental

My brothers tell me K roll patterned

Beefs on sight, these 9's ain’t for fashion

You’re just a actor, ain’t been 'bout action

Squeeze 'till it’s done, don’t ration

Things don’t work, they need grease like Athens

You ain’t your own g, you’re blaggers

Just following the lead of your captains

Life I live, shit happens, could never leave my bro just abandoned

Mans behind the 4×4, big wagon

Crash man, that’s his ting flattened

Free my bros in bin, we on the road still ducking CIDs

When it’s that time and we ride on other bits

With a cut or sticks, aiming to touch up skin

Anytime we see them guys you know whips will spin

M1OnTheBeat