Lyrics Ball in Peace - Headie One

One
T house settings, more time on the M
You know where I′m heading (Direct)
Got this table just filled with twenties and tenners
I got a T house fetish (No tracky)
Spent most of my teens in a bando
Only this year I start knowing 'bout debits (One)
When the fiends in the town need to score off me
I didn′t care 'bout score and credit (Turn)
I couldn't tell you a time cash fell at my feet
Headie had to go and get it
How many times I′ve been a tennant
Obviously I paid nine rocks to rent it (One)
Came out of jail and I didn′t get
To celebrate my twenty first twentieth
I weren't even home one week when I
Got that Nina and presser (Quickly)
I just out me O of each and it gets me
A shotty and a stolen Jeep (Gang)
I had a good run this week (Turn)
This fiend don′t want me to trap out her yard no more
I guess she got cold feet (Why?)
You know that bando firing hot
Gangdem still trapping out Sophie's
I been just tryna ball in peace
I′m either OT dealing with the drug squad
Or in the hood, it's armed police
I took a chase and I threw that boot
I′d have done it on site like Cardi B
Feds pissed off they can't find no smoke
All up in my yard doing carpentry
All up in court tryna tarnish me
I hope my lawyer go hard for me
Real OT boy, why you think feds can't lock me in Isis? (Never)
And if I was locked in a local
That was for works or violence (Always)
Told shawty go get her mother those both (One)
Still gotta peel off a bread for a smoke
All I ever want is a gun I can stroke, bitch
Can you play that part for me?
If we get bagged with this .44 long
Would you take the charge for me? (One)
I told shawty, I don′t jugg
I just rap and I do construction partially
But I′m on the M-way doing up map (Huh)
What you think I do with this cash? (Turn)
Fastest blacked out Beamer with the gang
Still jump out, do it and dash (Ay)
Can't tell me ′bout hustle
Jailhouse I done it with spice and hash (Everything)
You can't tell me ′bout upsey deliveries bandos
Any excuse for the trap (Everything)
I was kilometres from home
Tryna charge three fiddy for an ounce of amm'
Now we still in Hakkasan
I been just tryna ball in peace
I′m either OT dealing with the drug squad
Or in the hood, it's armed police
I took a chase and I threw that boot
I'd have done it on site like Cardi B
Feds pissed off they can′t find no smoke
All up in my yard doing carpentry
All up in court tryna tarnish me
I hope my lawyer go hard for me