Blast From The Past

(album: Adam - 2018)

Stepped out in a vest with a big juice
Fresh creps, G Star jeans and a stick too
Walking on foot in the sun, that's a sick move
Catch me in a car, fresh rims and the tints new
Went town, everything's bless
Girls looking sexy in their pink dress
Mandem, big chains, watches and string vests
Got Riz, got chip, bill it then I hit Z's

I miss Juff so I'm moaning
Sometimes I imagine my phone ring
I think it's him so I phone him
Then I get voicemail, what a boy ting
Brain lost, heart confused
Lay off cah I'm on you
079 then John shoots
Need P so I bump youts

And a big four pound is about
Slap in the tee, squeeze outta your mouth
Fuck jakes, don't care if they're about
I'll dump on your strip with a zoot in my mouth
Got dons that will let the star bang
Jelz, Flipz, me, T.S. and Tar man
How you got a steak? Don't think you're hard man
Skanking around, more sticks than Tarzan

I don't wanna kill but it's something that I've gotta do
Load the clip, flick and shoot, fam I let it pop at you
Drop a prick, bally on, the feds don't got a clue
Go town, laugh it off, fam I just dropped a yout
With the big stick, I'm moving mental
Let it spit on you like an instrumental
Rip the stick, bun his wig, kill him quick, dump the prick
Then hit the strip and chill in rentals

Our members are getting spread
About G.A.S. and about they wanna see us dead
Well just go, we're gonna kill you instead
And that's a fact, you should secure in your head
And this goes out to my Brixton crew
Bag of weed, joints kill Peckham youts
And this goes out to Gunji and Q
I love you so much I will murder for you

Niggas nowadays are fucking mad
Talking bout they're gonna tuck in Adz
Well guess what you're not touching Adz
If a bitch gets close he's getting fucking stabbed
Trust me, I'm a hardful man
Leave a cunt shouting like an Arsenal fan
My advice is be careful fam
Cause G.A.S. is a dreadful gang

GAS gang bang hard, get very physical
Grab the MAC, make sure I rinse it all
Flag black round here, Sleeky come and pitch the fool
Beef GAS town you best not come spiritual
Fuck a gentleman, I'm a Brixton G
Fuck a hitman, I'll pitch for free
Fuck knowing my crib tried pitch for me
You pricks love feds, you'd probs snitch for free

Teachers saying I should be a politician
Nah gangster's my only ambition
Gripping a stick with a bag of ammunition
Make niggas disappear but I'm no magician
Now I've gotta harm this prick
Cause I'm from town and he's repping for a Pecknarm clique
So I gotta let the black strap bang
Cause I know this yout's from the Narm light gang

Hit cunch, earn about four three jibs
Invest that, buy about four three sticks
You roll with forty three pricks
Seen a future deal on the 436
Know I've got pumps, not for bikes
Got guns that take your life
Got funds, I'm rich for life
You're broke till the day you die

Fuck boxing him, this ain't a boxing ring
I'll put him in a box when I buss the ting
Cah we're emptying nines at clubs
We ride out twenty nine times a month
I'm mad like I ate a box of pills
I grip, I shoot, you drop for real
I grind, I stack
And the pump comes long like lots of meals