Touring

I was in my local talking

Zanco reasoning with Bando

Thinking what's the plan doh

Like we really sent packs

As far North as they can go

Behind the door

I'm spending 3 birthdays in a dam row

Audacity there talking

On my ting they're little tramps doh

I run up big figures

Of some crack phone

I run up big figures

From behind the door

And I'll still run

Up big figures when I'm back home

Should have turned

Them phones off a man's relentless

Should have quit while I was ahead

I might of got a lighter sentence

That's what happens

When you go against your senses

This what happens

When you're out here moving reckless

Had me out here with no care

Anywhere make it snow there

Got me sat up in this prison

In the middle of nowhere

Hide the mash before

I go sleep at night

Swear to God I never ate

This much mackerel in my life

I broke a brick apart

And then I sent it on its way

I had feds trying to work out

What I was doing in a day

It costs to be the boss

And I'm always trying to pay

I chuck some 10/10 into

The press and turn it into an 8

I was broke counting pennies shit

But now I count the thousands

My account was empty shit

But now I need accountants

Playing around with property

I remember poverty

Mazzaleeni came home

And did it properly

6 hour trips on a sweat box

And I've done 6 hour

Trips to a dead block

Back and forth to court

Got my head hot

Organised crime county

Lines got me red-hot

Behind the door at least

I'm not in the morgue

I rolled the dice

And went jail

Like the Monopoly board

If you show loyalty

You will get a reward

If you're a hater

You're just getting ignored

Tryna draw me out

But I ain't ever gonna bite

When the hate doesn't work

They just start telling lies

No matter how hard they try

They will never be that guy

So it doesn't matter what they say

You're a pussy in my eyes

Putting plays together got me

Feeling like a mastermind

Look around your team's full of tramps

You won't go far in life

Old friends dissing fuck

It meet you in the afterlife

I'm always by myself

Though my hardest times

If there's one thing

I can say it's

That I'm definitely paid

If we ever broke bread

Then you definitely ate

Cuz I hustle

Like I ain't got a penny to my name

Close ones turn snakes

But you charge it to the game

I had to barricade my door

Just to make this track

Remember I used to barricade

The door in a nitty's flat

So much time stood over

The stove trying to bring it back

Had to go and get

It nothings ever falling in my lap

Jealousy snakes

Cuz I won't fix them a plate

It's fine I bear the burden

Luck favours the brave

I make big plays they see it

Then they twist up their face

I got five years it's nothing

That's a shit and a shave

All because I wouldn't work

For minimum wage

I plan ahead take action

And I learn from mistakes

I fly straight but should

Have put my foot on the brakes

And cut ties with people

Never give but they take

It ain't hard to tell

That I eat well

They exaggerate the stories

About their life

And it seems well

But they don't tell you

How they ain't got shit

When they reach jail

It's called lying by omission

When they leave out the detail

23 bang up all

My thoughts getting intrusive

More time in jail's

Making me a reclusive

Jake's harassing me

Because they know

I'm a nuisance

I sent a boy O

And the trip's all inclusive