Lyrics Levels Freestyle - Silky

Blanq Beatz production
Geezy

All my strugglers out on the graft
Keep it lit, keep going in hard
If you sure you know you coppin′ or you're running in yards
Stay in point and make sure that you last
All my young grafters keep doin′ what you do
I remember I was just like you
I used to sell drugs or weed just so I could buy food
I had to save for a new pair of shoes
All the trappers out breaking down whole ones
Ram raiders out and their shoguns
Ones that put trackers on they cars if they grow plants
Or the ones that send a text to make it go fast
Or the ones that don't wait for him to go bed
Broad daylight, grafters on mopeds
Sledgehammer through the window, a Rolex
And then cut through the traffic while they smoke feds

Me, I been there done it all
Bought drugs, shot 'em all
Grow yards, robbed ′em all
Police cars, lost ′em all
Intimidate witnesses when armed police were at their bedside
While they were still in hospital
Still on that ram you with a jeep shit
Four-liter petrol V6
Ballied up, gloves on, man bag, machining
Can't talk about half the wars we been in
Cah that shit get us remanded
But I wonder, can somebody ask him?
Do they remember that time my man drove up in their side
With a sawn-off shotgun and blasted?
I said my brothers don′t dance
We just make them guns blast and
Threw the Glock away
Now lean back
Lean back
Lean back
Lean back

Member of an organized crime gang
We don't wait for beef to buy straps
Driving through, hold up, pull over there′s my man
Gang shit, give him more than a right hand
'Cause one on one straighteners ain′t on the table
So only beef us if you're able
If I don't catch you then one of my mates will
If the blade don′t drop you then the 12 gauge will
So keep running your mouths kid
We put lorries through houses
Live in Dublin, up there with Scousers
Tell these fake gangsters pull up their trousers

White boy calm down different with it
No face, man bag got a Spliffin in it
RS4, being on missions in it
I went school with my boy, I went prison with him
So don′t try me, I'm not in the mood
I still kick down doors in my Italian shoes
Nah, cuzzy, that won′t be a good move
We put more animals in hoods than Canada Goose
So what you saying, my boy, what you telling me?
Pups tryna bark, they ain't got the pedigree
We got Peaky Blinders on them enemies
Ram ′em off the road in a Cherokee
I'ma show you we the men ′round here
We keep it real, we don't pretend 'round here
We′re all, we′re all family not friends 'round here
We stand together ′til the end 'round here

′Member we was in beef
'Til we had no energy
Imagine if we had no enemies
Nah, that′s probably boring
Bet if we put out all our beef there'd be no one to war with
So who shot ya?
Who pulled up in that car, who got ya?
Who wound down that window, who dropped ya?
Think twice next time you walk your dog, bruv
My ambitions as a rider
I heard a 12 gauge nearly took your life, cuz
And that 410 lookin' all pirate
God forbid we ever end up being lifers
They ain′t hard like us, put in graft like us
They ain′t never had to take a petrol bath like us
Ain't smart like us, ain′t got heart like us
That's why they can′t laugh like us

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
′Til the police brought sniffer dogs to raid my drum
Stress watchin' it sniff near where I buried a gun
But it was vacuum packed, told the fed suck his mum
They ain't gang like me, got straps like me
They ain′t got TPs and land packs like me
Spent years in the trap or sold crack like me
Can′t make a call and have 300 man like me
And these drug trollies Spanish, my skin fade's Kurdish
These hand things are Russian and my teeth are Turkish
My driver′s Polish, I just pray they don't search him
And I get in Marbella for just over 30s
Broke days when I was bankrupt
Had me running in screaming out hands up
And I know most these boys can′t stand us
But the .38 hammer make a man remember manners

Shout out everybody that laughed at me
All the police and CPS that threw a charge at me
The magistrates and the judges that remanded me
And all the probation officers that made it hard for me
All the girls that played me, all the friends that snaked me
All the ones that lied to my face and betrayed me
Every runner that I gave work and never repayed me
Thank you, you're all the ones that made me

Now-now I got the whole country feeling me
Now I got my old exes missing me (now)
Now I got a gang like the military (that′s why)
That's why they don't want me in the industry
′Cause they know I come with travelers
Turn the mobos to a scene out of Snatch, cuz
Come with Cockneys and Irish gangsters
Got the industry feeling all anxious
And my hoodie looking bape, my g
Got sweets if you wanna get a taste, my g
Cock it back and make it shake, my g
I do that and dodge HMP

May the Lord have mercy on ′em
'Cause we won′t
Find 'em and light ′em up like a weed grow
Keep a thing tucked with us wherever we go
And we got the weed cappin' south if you ever need grow
These fakes claim to be winners
Probably still make their girl pay for the dinners
Claim to be real but quick to turn to a witness
They all got gangster mouths but 999 fingers
I ain′t the same as these fools
They don't know the game or the rules
They think that you gotta be rich to be cool
You got money
You think the guys you're with are with you?
They act gang, but their boy′s in the grave
And still ain′t got revenge for his name
So you're a baller? Why you claim legal aid?
I call my pack like Ariana, every day′s a Grande

Blanq Beatz production
Geezy