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I him say "Ghetts can't do it anymore"
"His old material will die"
So how's he better than
I heard a man say "Ghetts do it anymore"
"His old material will die"
So how's he better before?

1]
My mind works, my mind
When I burst, first
Arms next, thighs
And you won't find where police might
I divert, next turn
And if I get caught, I coming out hench
Nah, famalam, I am not Mercs
And that's not a send, that's my
My curse was really good, I'm hood
They talk the talk, I walk the
If you lot could see these books
Ghetto's old school like a Eastleigh
Spill, shh shh, stab, kill!
Dashed off man don't believe G would
But I'm on the edge, no windowsill
And none of you wanna see me pushed

2]
Fuck your badboy
Tryna clean shit you done
But we know badboys did it
If you think heavy, then I'm 11 tonne
But I'm at that stage of my
I've been tryna get away the hype
But it's dangerous times, safer inside
Backstabbers come and stick a blade in my spine
Just cause I'm the sort, they think they can fuck with me
Rudeboy, that's a silly thought, more difficult, please don't fuck with G
I'm stressed out, lost one of my niggas to a bullet (RIP Wallace)
I'm to the fullest so even if you're looking, it might make me pull it

I heard him say "Ghetts do it anymore"
"His old material never die"
So how's he better before?
I a man say "Ghetts can't do it anymore"
"His old material will die"
So how's he than before?

3]
Them niggas done no drive-by shootings
Watch I buy my new ting
I'll be dare roll deep in a ringer, fuck it
Windows all the way when I buss it
like Evans, I'm a survivor
Aim my weapon, eye of the
Try and free my venom, I was ever ya
If they lemon, I'm a supplier
What? What? What? What's
food, same packaging
And I still got from yards
Stratford, Ilford, Barking and Dagenham
Have to run up battering when battling
Black stallion, a come through galloping
Yeah, all panicking
The old school Ghetto is back