The Cold Room - S1-E3

(Jm00 made this one, you know)

(Madara)

(Sebz Beats, baby)

(Ay, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold)

We move in packs like wolf

New ZK, I'm a sharp investor

Ain't got one GCSE

I was in OT, tryna give out a tester

You think I got PTSD from the things I've seen

My mind is messed up

Heart's still clean, new Glock, no beam

Tryna tape that scene and make man rest up

Shout out my AGBs, real demons

We're the reason that **** grievin'

Stepper season, had Suspect creepin'

I'm the reason that his hair's not evеn

I'm a lyrical criminal

When I get physical, keep that talk to a minimal

Truth is, man wan' **** 'em all

Lеft man critical

Mumsy wishin' for a miracle

Who said that Active Gxng is retired?

I came fresh home and I upped that mileage

I was out for less than a week

Tryna tape that street and close man's eyelids

They're on Snapchat just woofin' and hypin'

I'm on Snapchat just preein' and spyin'

Sight him, bark him, then go home and light him

Jump out knife him, or lean out bine him

I'm on the backstreet tryna fly out the back seat

My man ran and his bredren said "Back me!"

If you lack on a block at night

You might as well stand with a sign that says "Pack me"

I was in the trap with some crack fiends

You was at home with a bad B

Bro got into a madness

We came with the wap and saved the day

And now he wan' thank me

Used to hit shots on the pinnacle

Fifteen with the fifteen-inch might sound typical

Gotta move digital, everyone's killable, wiggable

A vest can't make you invincible

So protect your hat

Try run away, we will kweff your back, aye

The same place that he got ****

Is the same place that we flex our plaques

Swing this sammy or guns get pressed

I done it with S and S

I done it with Broadday, Hitman, Blitz and Yevz

Cah anything go for the set

Ever looked at your blade, see blood and flesh

And thought "Shit!" then, "Wouldn't wanna be them"

Ever ching man down till you got no strength?

Try cut, but bro's saying "Do him again"

Saying "Do him again", man done him again

Gang-gang put a opp in a coffin again

His mum is a cat and she knows we beef her son

Bang, bang, got her coppin' again

Big bands got your girlfriend boppin' again

I caught ****, should've got him again

They say he's bad and he's caught a M

He's gone now, won't be a problem again

I used to hit sales off a Ridgeback with a flick nank

Any sale, man hit that

Might be shocked, but I firm that kickback

Sight him, grip that and lurk and hit that

No revives or get back

When the AGs get 'round for the chit-chat

Remember when the hand ting jammed on him?

He skeeted when he heard click-clack

I miss AK, man it hurt when he passed

Talk on him, get left in the past

The first one just shattered the window

The second one nearly done my man's dance

I was on the wing like Mbappe

I wished that I played for France

Instead I'm on the wing with my hand down my trousers

Something's getting plugged if I'm in this stance

I'm on the strip giving cats their fix

Or on a lurk with the twin thing, no Twix

Circle the ****, circle the ****

It's been two hours, can't find these pricks

Now I just find myself in the ****

With the one-pop, tryna get man gone

Please don't talk about ****

We get 'round there and we score on them man for fun

We pulled up, but he wasn't that speedy

Now it's looking like he got his drip from Yeezy

AG's fell off? Don't be cheeky

We want more packs cah the gang too greedy

Just cool, take it easy

Jump out the ride, try leave him on TV

Let it spray like graffiti

Done it bait in front of CCTV

(Elevate, this mix sounds mad)

(Ay, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold)