text: Charades Lyrics
  Yo Fred, been dealin with a few situations out ere man
  But, Im just sorting it all out, thats why Ive been a bit quiet
  And then... yeah, Im active again
  You say One
  Headie, One
  Headie, One 
  Headie, One
  One
  Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
  Them man aint on but they talk like they are
  Them man aint 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, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh
  Next day, Im 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
  Dont think I left it all in the past
  How these opp boys say they want beef
  But they aint got bread, thats 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 gangdem got?
  How many time man do it all bait on the mains?
  Gotta wish that a mans not hot
  Still do it in a coat like Big Shaq got
  Just done it in my hoody
  Four door swervin, no A Boogie 
  I hope I aint got bout the judge, no Judy
  Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
  Them man aint on but they talk like they are
  Them man aint 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, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh
  Next day, Im recordin in France
  Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
  Them man aint on but they talk like they are
  Them man aint 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, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh
  Next day, Im recordin in France
  All I know is money and beef
  Dont think I left it all in the past
  Them man there different to ours
  Couldnt see them, we 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 hes up
  How many man have the gangdem 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 Bs in the seat, me in the middle
  Two Rambos, symmetry, me in the middle
  Rose gold with the VVs 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 Bs in the seat, me in the middle
  Two Rambos, symmetry, me in the middle
  Rose gold with the VVs in the middle
  D&G, had to throw Amiri jeans in the middle 
  I just done it in my hoody
  Four door swervin, no A Boogie 
  I hope I aint got bout the judge, no Judy
  Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
  Them man aint on but they talk like they are
  Them man aint 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, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh
  Next day, Im recordin in France
  Talk like they are
  Foldin their arms
  One
  Talk with them arms3Embed