Back Roads Video (MV)

Back then, we was whippin' ninas of the raw
In the trap when People didn't know about a crack den
We was fully active buying sweets for the Mac-10
Duckin' man down who claimed that they wanted action
Stupid f*ckin' custies buying smack an then grassin
Came from the gutter, now I'm shinin' like a diamond
Me and bro soon to blow all in due time and
Just stop the cap on the net, you ain't slidin
Never put nines in a mag and been ridin
Internet cappers, when I catch them, bro, they cryin
Never seen sticks on the block, they just lyin
Really lived this f*ckin' life, seen punters dyin
Cruisin' through these back roads, runnin' up my stack loads
Jake's got me pluggin' all these bits, not my graft phone
These man stay chattin' lies, grew up on the block
Doin' agbergs on pedal bikes, really had to shank tucked
If I see a opp G, I'm deadin guys, didn't want no 9 to 5
So I be on the block, coolin shottin white
Now I'm in a sun with the team, straight murkin' rhymes
Friends turn to pagans, couple day ones I lost
Fightin' over payments, I be out late nights
Steady money makin', these man be out
Gettin' f*cked up and ravin', I ain't goin' clubs
Unless they payin' me on stages, need them big wages
Shouts my Turkish plug, he gets packs over borders
Little bro's gonna shoot if I give the orders
Most these man are cappers ain't ever had to slot with
Used to be broke, then I really let the rock twerk
Two phones bellin' off, one for the Cali weed
Go and ask farmer, pickin' up, 9s of tree
Other line, non-stop, cats wanted 5 of each
Link me at the shops, give me 20 cause I'm baggin' G's
Go and tell your kid, new smoke comin' pedigree
Not no triple H, but i deffo got the smackdown
Pull up to your hood, and I really let the Glocks growl
East coast bandit, four-fifth, not no 1 dub
Back wheel poppin' really came up from the C hood
Shout my block, baby's who in jail and are eatin' good
Are you takin' a piss
Bro said to Prosper, you gotta take those risks
So I hit the mot, had to make those trips
Just to see a flip, pack's come in
Plastic f*ck, savin the fish
Bro be on the wing with the martyrs
Banged up, cat A, cause of the palavas
Lifestyle Aggie, trust we go the hardest
You don't wanna see us in your hood with balaclavas
There's black tech steppin
And I got the Nina down my pants if you're reppin
If the stick jams, then I'm tellin' bro to kweff him
Now we f*cked up cause we didn't clean the weapon
Jake's on our ass, so we be dippin' through the section
F*ck f*ck, goin jail for an M, are you messin'
Rather get a flight to the dam, go missin
Transport to Spain in the sun with a fast spliff
Baddie on my left and my right is a hand ting
Still got that line for the white if you're askin
Workers on all night, you know we really active