Stepped In Letra

All-a dat, all-a dat

I stepped in on some gang ting
All my drillers in the background
LD talks real facts
You can go and check my background
Old school I used to phone bro
Like Yo M, bring the Mac round
Still up to that same crud
But we're having talks about racks now
Everyone's from the hood
But the difference is we get money here
And you know we got big waps
Enemies ain't coming here (no way)
And you know I'm on that stain shit
See a crop, and I'll run in there
Sound it off for the sake of it
Sounding like we brought a drum in there
I bang bang, for my hood
Still the same motherfucker
That will get you bang-banged out your boogs
The industry gon' respect me
I'm a badman and they should
Award shows with the blickies on us
They know we're here but don't look
On the way to a show now and I'm stilling smelling of the bando
On the motes with Asap
Making sweeter drinks than mango (that's bro)
My main girl wanna fly out, but I'm getting busy in the flats though
In love with this war stuff
I know, opps know, the feds know, and the fans know
That 6-gang's still drilling
Do it like 44, grab him, dip him
Excellent fishing
Roll up with smoke, spark and blow
Come like we're billing (Spark dat)
Either way man's winning
Eating well in this music ting
And this rap game's so filling

Comfy
Come on man
Still gang anywhere
I'll cut anywhere man
Young boy with links to the OG's
You know man

Raskit
It's live-o, yeah
Shellings
I know a couple drillers and felons
They talk like I fell off the face of the earth
And they sound so hurt
I just bought a couple more dwellings
Who are these bellends, and what are they selling?
Who are they telling?
I'll kick your head in, and press on the swelling
Yeah I'll split your melon, and spread out your melanin
Why are these breddas so feminine?
Mind the direction you're heading in
I'm so ahead of the game
I'm offended you would even mention me
In the same breath as these any-men
Any attempt to throw dirt on my name, will just make me a lot
And raise up my adrenaline
How many times have these breddas tried switch up the program?
And then turn around and say
"Dylan I'm sorry, now can we be friends again?"
I don't wanna truce
The truth is, I'm way too loose
And if it's all music, keep it all in the booth
Make no excuses, I'm too exclusive
It's long in the tooth, and it's all useless
All of these bookey Judas moves
Just proves that they're all bloody losers
I'm so abusive, forgive my rudeness
I'm so ruthless
Lord of the manor, no home improvement
Raised in the manor
Manaman like me made the biggest movements
Forget the rumours
I school the students
Take trips to Toulouse, or to Bermuda for the amusement
Lose your illusions and bemusements
You're confused, and you ain't got a clue who's who
Keep jumping to conclusions
Fool

Woi-oi
L, Raskit
Let me charge up for them
Ya' know
Hmm
Sixty
All-a dat, all-a dat
Aye

Still P-C-D anytime of day for anyone of my brodies
New wap got the gang charged, gotta treat this one like a trophy
Masked up like he's LD
Pussy boy you don't know me
And you ain't with the 6-Gang
You ain't shot shit, you a phoney
Come a long way from selling benz's
Now we might just tour the world
You see gang pullin' up in Benzes
Young boy in the back
Coolin' with the long one like it's fencing
Dem Gucci Frames look nice, til' ST fires up them lenses
Don't @ me, come check me
Either way, they respect me
Got shh touched, and shh touched
And I just sipped on my Tetley
You see what happens when you vex me
Overseas with some sexy girls, and all of them wanna sex me
Think we're calm cause we're overseas, til' I kick a boy off his Jetski

And I ain't playin' either man
This for real
You know, L
Come on
The masked one
Sixty
All-a dat