text: Warzone Lyrics
  Turn
  Got this shotgun, and got it sawn-off
  The nostrils long, so we gave it a nose job
  Twenty-four hours, I aint had no sleep
  I got PTSD, I cant see myself fall off 
  Who done all them drills that the opp boys talk of? 
  We play foul, so the ref took the ball off 
  Bro said Focus on makin bread 
  But we always end up with toasters 
  You know what I do to the smoky
  Treat that WD40 like baby Johnsons 
  Bought a baby nine for the tour bus
  And a G17 for the nonsense 
  North London is a war zone
  Ask my broski shh
  Whos gonna go get the dinger from Toxteth?
  Its meant to be uptown funk, Mark Ronson
  I aint here for the nonsense
  Whos on mе? Im on them
  G-lock holds sixteen, I can spit this verse, lеave sixteen on them
  My thumbs so numb from the reload, one-thirty kilos
  Buy my weight when I go grab reloads
  In the hood, Im an icon, Figo
  Louis V in the trenches, fedora, and a pea coat
  Two Gs on my off day, Im Gucci, thats the G code
  Pocket rocket came Lil, thats Baby, thats Pino
  If you want that cosign, need your mums address, fuck a depo
  I was in my front room with the nina
  Yola, turn a pop city to a corner sofa
  Granddaddy hat and a Motorola
  But its meant to be 017
  Seventeen years of age in Feltham, I aint ever go Wetherby
  Yo, course I fell in love with the T, produce some notes, remedy
  Put my wrist in liquid nitrogen
  Blow trees like Fuck the environment
  In the crop house, bring in Chinaman
  My old friends have no entitlement
  Fake love to me is frightenin
  They wonder why theres violence
  Made a mill from jumpin on mics again
  Countin up is gettin tirin
  And I dont need to ride again, pray five again
  Let the squad get firin, let the big ting rise again
  They dont worry bout sirens
  And Im wanted by Trident
  Cause my man got hit with the star
  But he thought it wasnt written in the stars like Tinie
  We cant put our works up on IG
  Ive got one million opps
  But this money make it hard to find me 
  I cant believe all this envy and jealousy cause so much rivalry
  Why you think I dont stop at the lights?
  Cah Im feelin like Biggie Smalls in the 90s, 90s baby
  Noughties made me, trap house crazy, this shit made me
  They envy, they dont wanna see me win
  Its a shame cause they all couldve been legit
  Free the guys on the wing, for real, for real
  Couldve been me, for real, for real
  Jump on the stage and its all surreal
  Came from the bando, for real, for real
  Cartier bangles, for real, for real
  Cartier bangles, for real, for real
  My pockets expanded, for real, for real
  Ive really seen it get real
  Bro left his prints on the handle, for real, for real
  We try make it balance, for real, for real
  Some for the cause, some for the thrill
  We went to war, no time to heal
  So we aint got handled, for real, for real
  Put my wrist in liquid nitrogen
  Blow trees, like Fuck the environment
  In the crop house, bring in Chinaman
  My old friends have no entitlement
  Fake love to me is frightenin
  They wonder why theres violence
  Made a mill from jumpin on mics again
  Countin up is gettin tirin
  And I dont need to ride again, pay five again
  Let the squad get firin, let the big ting rise again
  They dont worry bout sirens
  And Im wanted by Trident
  Cause my man got hit with the star
  But he thought it wasnt written in the stars like Tinie
  We cant put our works up on IG1Embed