Serving Fries

Haunting flows, strap bars late in the night
So far gone, not a pagan in sight
Send me the mic, I’ll bake anytime, anywhere
Now it’s that time of the year
I’ll start going H•A•M and you can’t bring pride anywhere
Send me the mic cuh you don’t wanna rally in here
Body man, make crews start shedding nuff family tears
Intro screaming all of your gangs
I ain’t ever seen you on no frontline
28 gram this, 28 gram that
I ain’t ever seen you on no cunch line
Better leave with the mic, bare when I talk
I’ll violate man, don’t leave me the right
Make man freeze on the mic, murk man in threes on the mic
Cap Lee’s on the mic
I don’t believe them guys
They ain’t real, I can see it in their eyes
Ain’t got a mash and they don’t sell pies
But they jump on the track and they wanna tell lies
Putting on some badboy disguise
Mumzy cries when somebody dies
So don’t talk like you’re selling food
When you’re in a restaurant just serving fries
Man wanna talk like the baddest in the world
But they don’t know 'bout the baggies and the scales
My man said he was moving food
He was in Tesco stacking up the shelves
Fake pimpster, ain’t banging any girls
Shit CDs, tell me how many you sell
I put the lemon in the L, get high but I’m never gonna chill
Cause I could’ve been sitting in a cell
That could’ve been me
If the police had searched me properly
Real talk, fam, that would’ve been peak
Thank God I hid the food in my boxers
Boydem never found nuttin' on me
MCs lie they’re about that life
So I don’t wanna hear one of them speak
I don’t believe them guys
They ain’t real, I can see it in their eyes
Ain’t got a mash and they don’t sell pies
But they jump on the track and they wanna tell lies
Putting on some badboy disguise
Mumzy cries when somebody dies
So don’t talk like you’re selling food
When you’re in a restaurant just serving fries