Yo... you ever feel like the wolves ain’t outside no more? They inside... masked. Ayy... look... Ends stay cold like steel, no warnin’ shot, just squeal... Look / bruddas move ghost in the bits, no face, no case, man vanish Runnin’ through postcodes, all ten toes, bare mileage, straight savage CCTV got loops, but we duck that lens, no panic Move like chess, not checkers / one false step, it’s tragic (uh) Grew round youts with blades, no trust, just rage and habit Mum said pray, I said I’m on job, can't slip in the field, it’s manic Ten man circle, but five went ghost / bare love turn plastic Now I don’t dap no hands, just nod my head, that's tactics (ayy) Fed chase in Brixton flats, I dashed with breath on fumes Half these man just rap, they ain't in the flats, just tunes Grew with wolves in the trap, not cubs / these bruddas were groomed Heart went cold by twelve, by fifteen, I patterned my moves (look) Stack in the shoe box, no bank ting, that’s bait Opps wan' lurk, but we set decoys, man flip that plate Get round ends, it’s a warzone / man don’t post, just skate Live by code or die by chat, I ain’t built for snakes Cold ends, no friends, just masks and schemes (uh) Trust none, move one, in the dark I dream (yo) Eyes peeled, mind sealed, paranoia gleams If I make it out this maze, it’s by any means (ayy) Cold ends, no friends, just masks and schemes (look) Trust none, move one, in the dark I dream (yo) Eyes peeled, mind sealed, paranoia gleams If I make it out this maze, it’s by any means Man said “fam you changed,” I said “bro, I grew” You still move with them boys that talk / man I see right through Seen real ones fall for a postcode war, no clue Now I’m in flats with a loaded dream, just me and a view Soul got scarred in the bits, but I smile like nothin' showin’ Man sip pain like tea, no sleep / still ten-toes rollin’ Heard bro’s name in a wiretap case / bare coded That’s when the heart go blank, mind race, still zonin’ Knife in the back from a man I fed, what’s love in the bits? Grew round liars and opps and kids with a dream that flips Now I just pattern my steps, see traps in a line like scripts Move with a mask on face and a blade in the boot, no slips (nah) Life ain't sweet, it's frost / got ice in my veins and thought These days I don’t speak much, I watch, then cut the cord Whole life’s like a drill beat / mad tension, skippy and raw But I play that loop with style, turn ends into war decor (yo) They don’t see the nights I bled (no) Phone on mute, just me and dread (cold) One slip now I’m filled with lead (brrr) But I move like I’m born for death (yo) Heart in smoke, lungs in fear I still grind, though the path ain’t clear Voices talk, but I mute that near Only God and the street I hear Cold ends, no friends, just masks and schemes (uh) Trust none, move one, in the dark I dream (yo) Eyes peeled, mind sealed, paranoia gleams If I make it out this maze, it’s by any means (cold) Cold ends, no friends, just masks and schemes (yo) Trust none, move one, in the dark I dream Eyes peeled, mind sealed, paranoia gleams (brrr) If I make it out this maze, it’s by any means (uh) No love left in the bits. Just moves. Just codes. Tick... tick... tick... static © 2025 - skvadMC
