Wisdom & Smoke

SRB separation confirmed, coming up on staging the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds
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Fly out the whistle, hold it, hit him
I told my darg, "Don't miss him"
Lower the window slowly, point it
Wrist and the clip at a victim
113 hit the walls, like, "Shit, then"
My .9s in the ecosystem
Flashbacks sittin' in Serco vans, I'm givin' the whole ends wisdom

These don't fit in the Lugers
Bro try attack on any intruders
I can't go on a stain hands-on, now, I got music consumers
Play your role, it's best and don't be useless
My homegirl was in Gallery Dept, I bought her
Same gyal,
Said the G19 cost a few quick
Look, my young boys stress, just on a bootin'
Gotta get nail clippers, my jacket got jerked, discharge, no time for losin'
Put on the , left detectives clueless, just keep it hush
Look, nothin' ain't rap cap, we really do this
We caught him, now, his best friend Judas
Any sound of a opp boy, bootin'
If there's no whip, then we do it on scooters
I don't know how the opps keep losin', back your bredrin, stop givin' excuses
like a dentist, back to the hand ting, toothless (Mhm-mhm)
Hit a , now he won't stop, choose him
Pick a name, quick man, no point in choosin'
Put it back in the bag, gotta slap on my lever
These shoes don't fit, real-life Cinderella
Chat, then leave the machine with a Shirley, bills come fatter than Heather
You off you mum's crib just like a homewrecker (Yo-yo-yo)
Used to be on the pitch, now, I'm teachin' the squad, Arteta
Told my YGs, "Roll with a presser"
But, we ain't on smoke when we apply pressure
Mission complete, now clean, now fling me the desser
Paramedics at the scene 'cause there's eight on his top, Iniesta
Three man, one bike, but who's on that Vespa? (Who's that?)
One opp got ching up and ching up again, 'cause my darg's short-tempered
Heard it was us, what? Free up my members
New place, gang just got a Jaguar, this one's a
Counter attack with the blocka, still got defenders
Awkward, heard a man tellin' gyal that we got agendas
I only been Crown Court once in my life, we're different offenders
Us man are grippin', them niggas pretenders (Look), this dotty should've been on East
Enders (Listen)

Fly out the whistle, hold it, hit him
I told my darg, "Don't miss him"
Lower the window slowly, point it
Wrist and the clip at a victim
113 hit the walls, like, "Shit, then"
My .9s in the ecosystem
Flashbacks sittin' in Serco vans, I'm givin' the whole ends wisdom

Staging the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds
Mhm-mhm, listen

Smoke is smoke, no, it can't be war
We just shot back, now they all look awkward
Detectives cockblockin' in
We try ride out, right now there's a shortage
Fuck that, I chase, let me sort it
Ha-ta-ta, I might twig out in Shoreditch
Old school days was a Ford Focus, we could barely afford it
Now, it's different boots
Like Ice Spice, she and her mian gyal pretty but rude
Ha-ta-ta with my crew, go straight to the stu'
Young Gs done a glide and they still cut through
Them opps been droppin' like Baby T, why the fuck did they move brand new?
Look, I know somethin' there got shot, but you still got nuance to shoot (Listen)

We ain't on what? Leave the hood confused
Only find out when they look on the news
Seen it all, now it's déjà vu
Pronounce that with your
smoke, now they need tattoos
Used to give verble abuse (Walla-ooh)
night time, corn gets diffused on a Eastside yute (Look)
Police love opperatin on my crew
serve up the beef like stew
Shotguns get wet down, split into two
Me and Sadz don't do interviews
We tap off the waps, the neighbours start singin', we call that rythem and blues
Somethin' got— But, now, I gotta pack up and rotate hotel rooms
young
Labels see smoke when I bill up a spliff and Zoom
Civils look shocked that there's gun powder in the room
Make the wap pop like balloons (Baow)
I don't showboat, but I still got smoke
Had to cancel the date now she thinks I'm rude
I tried to resechdule, she's not in the mood
K-M-T, told her to move
My next link got and she got ink on her boobs
Your good gyal want a badman, that's smooth
Racks and waps in the backpack, ready for war, for their crew
Hit all the age groups, my niggas don't (Listen)

Smoke is smoke, no, it can't be war
We just shot back, now they all look awkward
Detectives cockblockin' in
We try ride out, right now there's a shortage
Fuck that, I chase, let me sort it
Ha-ta-ta, I might twig out in Shoreditch
Old school days was a Ford Focus, we could barely afford it
Now, it's different boots
Like Ice Spice, she and her mian gyal pretty but rude
Ha-ta-ta with my crew, go straight to the stu'
Young Gs done a glide and they still cut through
Them opps been droppin' like Baby T, why the fuck did they move brand new?
Look, I know somethin' there got shot, but you still got nuance to shoot