Charades

Yo Fred, been dealin' with a few situations out 'ere man
 But, I'm just sorting it all out, that's why I've been a bit quiet
 And then... yeah, I'm active again
 You say One
 Headie, One
 Headie, One (One)
 Headie, One
 One
 Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
 Them man ain't on but they talk like they are
 Them man ain't really got no arms
 It come like they just been foldin' their arms
 It come like man been playin' Charades
 The way man talk with them arms
 One day, I'm in the hood tryna pattern up shh
 Next day, I'm recordin' in France
 They talk like they are
 (Turn, turn, turn)
 (Told me turn)
 (They told me turn)
 All I know is money and beef
 Don't think I left it all in the past
 How these opp boys say they want beef
 But they ain't got bread, that's all in their arse
 All my young boys like ten or nine
 Guess they all wanna chart
 Skengs, Rambos, flickys
 We got them all in the car
 How many man have the gang dem got?
 How many time man do it all bait on the mains
 Go wish that man's not hot
 Still do it in the coat that Big Shaq got
 Just done it in my hoody
 Four doors swervin', no A Boogie (Turn-turn-turn-turn)
 I hope I ain't got 'bout the judge, no Judy
 Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
 Them man ain't on but they talk like they are
 Them man ain't really got no arms
 It come like they just been foldin' their arms
 It come like man been playin' Charades
 The way man talk with them arms
 One day, I'm in the hood tryna pattern up shh
 Next day, I'm recordin' in France
 Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
 Them man ain't on but they talk like they are
 Them man ain't really got no arms
 It come like they just been foldin' their arms
 It come like man been playin' Charades
 The way man talk with them arms
 One day, I'm in the hood tryna pattern up shh
 Next day, I'm recordin' in France
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 All I know is money and beef
 Don't think I left it all in the past
 Them man there different to ours
 Couldn't see them, leave them to last
 My young boy was slackin' in the T
 I just gave him a kick up the arse
 Focus, workrate, progress
 Put in that work then he's up
 How many man have the gang dem got?
 How much residue in my pot?
 How much pressure did we put on opps?
 How many times did we out the lot?
 Feds tryna find my spot
 Man tryna right my wrongs
 So I just write a song
 Two bad B's in the seat, me in the middle
 Two Rambo's, symmetary, me in the middle
 Rose gold with the VV's in the middle
 D&G, had to throw Amiri jeans in the middle
 I know feds hate to see me winnin'
 They just wanna see me in the system
 All of those times it was runt, now we litty
 Cah my Laurent from Eagle, I be able to
 Two bad B's in the seat, me in the middle
 Two Rambo's, symmetary, me in the middle
 Rose gold with the VV's in the middle
 D&G, had to throw Amiri jeans in the middle
 I just done it in my hoody
 Four doors swervin', no A Boogie (Turn-turn-turn-turn)
 I hope I ain't got 'bout the judge, no Judy
 Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
 Them man ain't on but they talk like they are
 Them man ain't really got no arms
 It come like they just been foldin' their arms
 It come like man been playin' Charades
 The way man talk with them arms
 One day, I'm in the hood tryna pattern up shh
 Next day, I'm recordin' in France
 Talk like they are
 Foldin' their arms
 One
 Talk with them arms