Gunfinger Fam - Serum, VoltAge, INJA

Now tell your homeboys to be patient

I’ll hold the spot, it ain’t vacant

I’ll do the due and I’ll mash the ting

And I’ll take the grave for you blatant

It’s not my fault, it’s all faded

I’ll take the blame, it’s all hatred

I’ll blame the game, it’s all wasted

They’re all waste, man, and I’m gaining

Ain’t no full table, we’re equal

And I’m the defender o' the evil

I’ll take 'em out and I’ll drown 'em out

With the love I have for my people

I’ll be that marksman for it, believe 'em

You’re coming to me like a sequel

Ain’t no prep-school but I’m dead cool

And I’ll scream from the top of my steeple

Sayin'

You can’t test my fam

You can’t test my gang (nah nah nah nah)

You can’t test my fam

You can’t test my gang (nah nah nah nah)

You can’t test my fam (uh uh)

You can’t test my gang (nah nah nah nah)

You can’t test my fam

(Uh uh)

So

I got the team and the gang

I got the team and the fam

I make the peeps go ham

I got the beef in the pan

Add the season then jam

Get out the plates out there for the fam

Drawer full of cutlery from my aunt

Little less talk and a lot more «nyagh»

Finish with a cup of tea and then bang

Straight out the gate, that one’s a rider

Get one jockey a man if I like her

Letting off rounds, something like Spyda

I go the distance, I’m too hyper

Raise up pitcher bowls and a lighter

Spark that gas, light that fire

I hate cheats, I’m not liar

Ain’t no love round here so I turn to a phoenix

I like buff tings, no bulimics

I show the flow that gets 'em all dreamin'

Raise the bar, they won’t believe it

Eye’s closed reading, blind folk feel it

Walk in your gaff like «hi, good evening»

Feet on your couch, trampolining

Invite the gang, tag team 'em

Turn your gaff to a club while speakin'

I got the specialist sound

Straight up, man, yeah you know I take down

Who shot your neck, man, I ain’t in your town

And I’m up drawn with merry-go-round

Don’t you see 'em tryna big pounds

Make them pounds, straight to accounts

Don’t write cheques but man got the bounce

Big man smile coz we getting no frowns

Cohr'

You can’t test my fam

You can’t test my gang (nah nah nah nah)

You can’t test my fam

You can’t test my gang (nah nah nah nah)

You can’t test my fam (nah)

You can’t test my gang (nah nah nah nah)

(nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)

You know what happens if you do though, innit?

Yo

Coz man, I’ll be fighting back

Like attacks

You’re with the witness behind my back

Writing raps, time collapse

My notes make notes so I count the stack

Gym bag, nice stash

No moustache, no sly tash

No sly quotes, no white blacks

Watch time grow when I write tracks

And I’m only here for the people that don’t wanna sit silent

I’ll keep 'em happy and vibrant

No time here for no tyrants

I’ll see things that they don’t see

Till I make them switch ultraviolet

Watch my flow I’m the pilot

So let’s take off and get riding cohr'

My fam

My peeps

My gang

My team

Some people wanna come with the seat

I don’t care for that, I do me

Temperatures on high and I see

Lose weight in parties we freak

Sweat drips and a gal get peak

They like a man that goes deep

Don’t follow, don’t flop, not me

Redesign and redefine them beats

Outer space for lightyears en flique

Get the portion and ride out meek

Ride the vibe and get all discrete

Hold it back and then fire my speech

Man don’t preach and I do it for the team

And I get them all hyper, we be letting off steam like

You can’t test my fam

You can’t test my gang (nah nah nah nah)

You can’t test my fam

You can’t test my gang (nah nah nah nah)

You can’t test my fam

You can’t test my gang (nah nah nah nah)

You can’t test my fam

(nah, nah)