Spot the Difference

My district has too much drillers
 Like who wants it? Like who wants war with Sydney's realest?
 They talk that talk on gas but them boys they ain't got no triggers
 They act like they in trenches but them boys ain't got no diggers
 Like Spot the Difference
 OneFour, we still active, we still earching
 If I ain't out there in the field cuz, then I guarantee I am working
 My crew still in the trap, flippin' packs, this and that
 Heard there's runners here in my hood
 How can they run lad, without tax?
 And if we're talking scores, hashtag facts
 Like who got robbed at Cat's?
 Try coming down on them trains lad
 You get sent home on them tracks
 J_EMZ took that triple out with a stick (Hoo, hoo)
 Jump out gang cuz and we smoked him like a spliff
 H-How can I call them opps? (Ay)
 How can I call them opps? (How can I?)
 They run off and leave their friends
 For dead, more like a bunch of dogs (Woof)
 No way I can be like them
 I got my bros like Drake & Josh (My brothers)
 And all this talk about smoke, how come none of my men been shot?
 Not one of my men been got
 Got no hesitation (none)
 I ride or die for my block (Of course)
 These critics claim that we fakin' it
 But won't live a day in my socks (No way)
 I was on the streets since fifteen tryna force a shiv on these opps
 Earching everyday on them dogs
 Like who really wants to get got? (Who?)
 Can't affiliate with a friend of an opp, that bridge gets burnt
 One them youngins took that trip and
 Phoned our line saying "Kill confirmed" (Ha ha)
 He was out for his stripes and on that
 Night, that villain's respect was earnt
 Now he's doing a stretch for the gang
 Can't wait for the day that he makes a return (Free him)
 Deacon Chef, he's a OneFour rider
 See him tryna make a dip like Tyga
 Like who's that opp on the block?
 Who's that five-foot shit? Lights up, uh
 We're them rowdy boys like proper
 Got a venomous bite, no viper
 See me leading the pack like a captain
 At the front of the field like a striker (Rah, rah)
 My district has too much drillers
 Like who wants it? Like who wants war with Sydney's realest?
 They talk that talk on gas but them boys they ain't got no triggers
 They act like they in trenches but them boys ain't got no diggers
 Like Spot the Difference
 My district has too much drillers (Too much)
 Like who wants it? Like who wants war with Sydney's realest?
 They talk that talk on gas but them boys they ain't got no triggers
 They act like they in trenches but them boys ain't got no diggers
 Like Spot the Difference
 Run through houses, kick down doors like Raptor Squad (Boom)
 They just talk backstage
 Bring cameras on, that's where these actors from
 They're not frontline, they're feline, they're pussies (Ha ha)
 But I just don mine, then rewind
 And push it (push it, push it, push it)
 We violent men, they talk too much, we silence them
 Quiet them
 And plus, this blade will take his life and minus them (Ride on them)
 They say this shit disgusting but I say we fuckin' love it
 Offsite we rush them, time and place
 The opps get got in public (Run it, run it)
 Marchin', like Russia's
 Spark it, no bluffin'
 Start it, for nothin'
 Run, run when you see us comin'
 (Nah)
 See I still remember, that day Freddy copped that whack (Free him)
 They took like fifteen boys to court and all of us got knocked back
 Yeah, back in the day was shanks
 And shivs but now we all got that strap
 Now I'm hitting the Mounty Bop on an opp as soon as I clock that back
 Opps, they burn when I'm on that track
 See I've been going OT on the streets as soon as I got set free
 Now my young Gs loose on the roads
 They runnin' amok like Assassin's Creed (Ching ching)
 They scream, "J_EM lad, do something, your boys are a different breed"
 Then out comes my name, like YP said
 Of course I'ma back my Gs (Of course)
 That side don't listen, ooh
 We took this drill thing serious
 Now look some of the opps gone missin'
 Like why do you think our faces are hidden?
 The gang's on strict conditions
 We come through militant
 Whole crew diligent, ready to back our district
 They hate our rude image
 They say my crew's British
 We pull up like "Who's with it?"
 Load that clip like grrrr, finish
 Been gone for two minutes
 Wait, wait lad, stop that car, gotta hit that gas when I let that slap
 DOOT, DOOT!