text: Hardest Out Lyrics
  Yo
  RV, Headie One
  Starish Ent, OFB, free the mandem
  Rah, its BKay
  Bkay on the beat
  Drillers & Trappers out now
  The One mixtape coming soon, Cruddy On The Streets 2 coming soon
  Rah, its BKay
  Starishent dot com
  I see them man dasheen
  Cah they always been talkers, see me in the flesh, its always been waters
  They come like the boy there Ashley
  I keep the skeng close like Roadman Shaq and Asnee
  Come like Im on the lurk for a boy band, the way that I search for them boys on the backstreet
  And what the fucks rap, when Im still live in the T
  Just last night I had to flush that pack, now thats somewhere in the sea
  I rip my 23s, rudeboy I can tell you bout doors and hinges
  CPS tryna get papers printed and still I NFA on these bitches
  OFB, all of this work on the T, my trap game on fleek
  Cah I know that this beef aint cheap
  Them man said theyre on me, them man lie too much
  I put designer on bae-baes feet, and I dont even like them on mine, too tough
  Interview room stay silent, new skeng needs a silencer
  I fell in love with the silent stuff
  I cant mix pleasure with business, sorry hun
  Big 4 we aint leaving no stitches, get him from close or distance
  Slap man in the head or torso
  Jump out the ride, were still moving, gotta do it like Grand Theft Auto
  Tuggzy and Headz my bang bros, and I aint talking about pornos
  I was out there with gloves and a mask when I shouldve been wearing my school clothes
  All straight cash, no sort code
  Go park and test this chrome
  Still throw up Fs and Os
  Them pricks ride out on snap, in my hood phone gets left at home
  They aint on at all, I dont know why they think theyre bad
  Shh curled up in a ball, so I had to ching mans back
  On the opp block in Kervans, eating or takeaway
  Catch man tryna take his bae, that shit there will make my day
  Gun sounds like 808s, put him on a box like David Haye
  You can hold this corn like a man, if not then youre taking chase
  They run from me and they run their lips, opps aint bad, they stunt in vids
  Tools on deck, we come equiped, sawn off cost five hundred quid
  Chest shot, blow out your lungs and ribs
  Mandem say Im too violent, I just laugh cause I love this shit
  Lean and finesse this drilling
  Or fly out the ride, fishing, Im really tryna catch me a big one
  Lil bro done 14 days in the T, tryna up his income
  Holding a skeng that I left my prints on
  Done birds that I aint tryna catch me a big one, drilling and trapping with wisdom
  Nowadays I dont know who out here wanna do me, Im feeling like Abraham Lincoln
  Keep a Tre for the opps moving booky, youre real lucky if you catch me loosy
  I couldve been three years into this eight, now Im three bites into the steak
  90 on the M, gotta dodge these jakes, two on the Q, I might 
  Middle finger to the judge, they done Brad dirty, that was unjust
  Lil bro doing up opp block, tryna catch a M-K-ThePlug
  Thats no income, no funds
  Bro-bro just go there and do it for the gang, thats love
  All I know is grub, got some TT , got to do it all up
  OFB do the baitest bootings, the streets know its all us
  All of this violence and blood, interview room, stay silent its a must
  I been in the jailhouse too much, Im tired of metal and cuffs
  I aint got a point to prove or make
  I really had skengs in the ride and I buss red lights tryna lose those Jakes
  God strike me down if Im lying
  All this corn Ive been flying, they add K but no one aint dying
  How many times have they got away, Ill soon get man down its all timing
  How many years I been riding, all this time they been hiding
  On the opp block with Headie, me and my dawg like Peter and Brian
  All these packs I been buying, Get Rich or Die Tryin
  Got six figures in savings, but keep it private like Ryan
  Ayy, my black rambo thats my BM
  Ayy, and I gotta keep it close, cah you know that the streets aint safe
  Ayy, drilling and trapping in my DNA
  I dont know these youts from the Nine, but they make diss tracks like Meek and Drake
  Freddy and Jason, you know thats me and H
  Ayy, were the reason that they leave their mates
  Burst with my chrome, burn my clothes, cant leave no trace
  I got a bag full of bells, thats new, the guns old like Theresa May
  OFB
  Starish Ent
  Hardest Out, GRM
  Hardest out for real
  Starishent dot com
  Rah, its BKayEmbed