Spot the Difference

My district has too much drillers

Like who wants it? Like who wants war with Sydney's realest?

They talk that talk on gas but them boys they ain't got no triggers

They act like they in trenches but them boys ain't got no diggers

Like Spot the Difference

OneFour, we still active, we still earching

If I ain't out there in the field cuz, then I guarantee I am working

My crew still in the trap, flippin' packs, this and that

Heard there's runners here in my hood

How can they run lad, without tax?

And if we're talking scores, hashtag facts

Like who got robbed at Cat's?

Try coming down on them trains lad

You get sent home on them tracks

J_EMZ took that triple out with a stick (Hoo, hoo)

Jump out gang cuz and we smoked him like a spliff

H-How can I call them opps? (Ay)

How can I call them opps? (How can I?)

They run off and leave their friends

For dead, more like a bunch of dogs (Woof)

No way I can be like them

I got my bros like Drake & Josh (My brothers)

And all this talk about smoke, how come none of my men been shot?

Not one of my men been got

Got no hesitation (none)

I ride or die for my block (Of course)

These critics claim that we fakin' it

But won't live a day in my socks (No way)

I was on the streets since fifteen tryna force a shiv on these opps

Earching everyday on them dogs

Like who really wants to get got? (Who?)

Can't affiliate with a friend of an opp, that bridge gets burnt

One them youngins took that trip and

Phoned our line saying "Kill confirmed" (Ha ha)

He was out for his stripes and on that

Night, that villain's respect was earnt

Now he's doing a stretch for the gang

Can't wait for the day that he makes a return (Free him)

Deacon Chef, he's a OneFour rider

See him tryna make a dip like Tyga

Like who's that opp on the block?

Who's that five-foot shit? Lights up, uh

We're them rowdy boys like proper

Got a venomous bite, no viper

See me leading the pack like a captain

At the front of the field like a striker (Rah, rah)

My district has too much drillers

Like who wants it? Like who wants war with Sydney's realest?

They talk that talk on gas but them boys they ain't got no triggers

They act like they in trenches but them boys ain't got no diggers

Like Spot the Difference

My district has too much drillers (Too much)

Like who wants it? Like who wants war with Sydney's realest?

They talk that talk on gas but them boys they ain't got no triggers

They act like they in trenches but them boys ain't got no diggers

Like Spot the Difference

Run through houses, kick down doors like Raptor Squad (Boom)

They just talk backstage

Bring cameras on, that's where these actors from

They're not frontline, they're feline, they're pussies (Ha ha)

But I just don mine, then rewind

And push it (push it, push it, push it)

We violent men, they talk too much, we silence them

Quiet them

And plus, this blade will take his life and minus them (Ride on them)

They say this shit disgusting but I say we fuckin' love it

Offsite we rush them, time and place

The opps get got in public (Run it, run it)

Marchin', like Russia's

Spark it, no bluffin'

Start it, for nothin'

Run, run when you see us comin'

(Nah)

See I still remember, that day Freddy copped that whack (Free him)

They took like fifteen boys to court and all of us got knocked back

Yeah, back in the day was shanks

And shivs but now we all got that strap

Now I'm hitting the Mounty Bop on an opp as soon as I clock that back

Opps, they burn when I'm on that track

See I've been going OT on the streets as soon as I got set free

Now my young Gs loose on the roads

They runnin' amok like Assassin's Creed (Ching ching)

They scream, "J_EM lad, do something, your boys are a different breed"

Then out comes my name, like YP said

Of course I'ma back my Gs (Of course)

That side don't listen, ooh

We took this drill thing serious

Now look some of the opps gone missin'

Like why do you think our faces are hidden?

The gang's on strict conditions

We come through militant

Whole crew diligent, ready to back our district

They hate our rude image

They say my crew's British

We pull up like "Who's with it?"

Load that clip like grrrr, finish

Been gone for two minutes

Wait, wait lad, stop that car, gotta hit that gas when I let that slap

DOOT, DOOT!