If the feds do a sweep they won't find much
Saying that she love me I don't buy that shh
All my exes never left me
If
the feds do a sweep they won't find much
Saying that she love me I don't buy that shh
All my exes never left me
Street graduated can't touch me
They got me on some fat lit knees
Told Slim I'ma let these men them bleed
They don't know I'm war ready,
war ready,
war ready
Ain't no * refugee
Aye tell me how you feeling I get to work any season
Mask and gloves get to scheming And
the phone down at ten by the evening
Aye they say I'm going mad it's just a G thing
Coz you can do it like Eves robbing banks I'll
be like Big Slim hit the road shutting packs
I'll send it to the UK or stop it in the dam
At the end of the day I've got options to land
No,
this ain't a normal life that I lead If the
feds do a sweep they won't find the machines
Convictions ain't clean I've been hiding from Greece
And life ain't peach I put ice in my tea A
quarter boy slipping he was hiding from me
I took him for his peas with a knife in my cheeks
I went Joe Young they went silent on me I told
them I'm not a cook that's my type of degree
Keep your kitchen clean if the feds
do a sweep Not coke I'm Max Throne,
latch up on the night feast
Could've been an arms dealer all these matches I'd keep
Dress suit is good coke but they watch you sneak cheap
Not coke I'm Max Throne,
latch up on the night feast
The bleak, more bleak, more bleak
Till you see no residue
Ain't no * refugee