Lyrics Hoodstory - Snap Capone

I remember sitting in them court cells
That shit made me sick like that pork smell
The only thing that makes a street nigga nervous
Is when the jury reads out the verdict
Allahu Akbar scream it loud and proud
I left them court cells with a smile
I lost niggas, shot niggas, that's just how it goes
Never trust them hoes nigga never break the code
They've got me under obbo still paranoid
I'm in that 350 diesel with a bag of toys
Nigga I ain't changed I'm the same me
The same nina, riding with the same team
I love my brudda T, I look up to that nigga
And my nigga Saxo, talking bricks on bricks my nigga
Step in the scene like we made it bitch
Got the new pair of Loubs for my latest chick
It's mayday if the M sprays
Man will do the moonwalk like MJ
Pussy niggas talking beef, I never see them
Course these jakes wanna take away my freedom
My burner in my palm tryna kill an opp
I'm Roger Federer serving shots
A bag of straps in them council flats
Make a nigga Die Hard like Samuel Jacks'
Counting up this skrilla listening to Scrilla
OT chopping up some OZ's
Any nigga violate he can go sleep
I shot a nigga dead on a Sunday
Then I shot the next nigga on a Monday
My gun game vicious, ain't no competition
Like this is a fucked up world we live in
I'm the guy that robs the plug for all them boxes
And flooded my whole hood with them boxes
I'm with my Arab brothers talking loosely
In the mosque in Dubai wearing a kufi
I'm bad boy Snap bitch who's he?
I'm in the trap like a booby
It's only business, nothing personal
First of all if it's beef I don't speak, triggers squeeze
All over the beef, burger sauce
You're dealing with some South London gang bosses
Someone gon' pay the price, I don't do losses
Free my bitches, free my niggas eating porridge
All my niggas balling now, Daniel Sturridge
I'm Blade in the trap, got Bags and Boxes
These times grab the MAC and the choppers