Gang Gang - Cadet

Yo, ma' nigga

Sorry I had to rough you up like that but

You weren’t playing nicely init (L.A. Beats)

You know my team, you know what we represent

Shoulda played along nicely, init

Let me tell you who I am

I’m gonna talk;

you just gotta listen

Started off getting bullied in school, look

Most my life I’ve been a victim

Never had a girlfriend

Got low self-esteem but I wanna be the man

No, I don’t like who I am

But when I’m older I’ma do what I can, but

Look at me now

Hop out and run a man down

'Cause when I was younger, I never had a voice

Might be the reason I violate your boys, and

And I even go gym

Man it’s different to when I was a kid

A real bad man, real talk—no bluffing

Tell girls what I do and they love it

I spent a couple months in training

Even had me doing ten toes on pavement

Making sure the ends was behaving

See, it’s so bad but I ain’t complaining

But now I’m perfect with the aiming

And a driver, been in bare car chases

Might pull up when your bredrins are raving

Lock off the rave, nobody can say shit

If you knew how much food I confiscated, it would drive you crazy

I’ll grab man if he’s got cash on him

Or wrap man if he’s got wraps on him

I see man driving mad

I pull man over like, «Wagwarn, fam?»

Rude boy, I don’t give a damn

Call back-up quick and just violate man

I don’t slip, I got my vest on

Big baton and a taser are the weapons

I could fold a man right now, with an M16 or a shotgun

Bro, it can get long

Don’t press buttons but the trigger might press one

Call the judge—my case, I can get gone

Take man’s food, I don’t care what it is, could be peng, flake or ten times

stepped on

Niggas know me, I don’t care what number your gang is

Think you’re bad?

We got bangers

Interrogate man, make man have manners

Put you in a cell for twenty-four hours

Like, what you gonna say, brudda?

Waste man’s time 'cause I want to

Like fuck that, what you gonna say brudda?

Pussy-hole, do your research, the system’s in my favour

Fuck you up right now

And I’m calm it won’t make the news or the paper

Yeah, I got it patterned like that

No I shouldn’t but, yeah, man, I’m bragging like that

I’ll say, «You put your hands on me»

I know you never, but I’ll say it happened like that

Nothing, no, you can’t tell me nothing

Bust case all the time like it’s nothing

You know how much shit we did?

It was my team that got down Mark Duggan

Next day on the force, we back, again

Get searched, 'cause you’re black again

Choke out Rashan Charles in East London, say it’s an accident

And I’m this close to banning drill, and done that shit

Someone got stabbed at the Rated Awards

Mm, yeah, we love that shit

Yeah I know about grime, Link Up and all dat

Where you’re so stupid;

stab someone, go booth and record that

And then say you’re on obbo

No, you’re just so easy to follow

And I got a quota that I gotta reach

Get two more of you lot by tomorrow

And let me tell you suttin' to tell your brothers

It don’t matter that you got a bally on now

There’s videos before when your face ain’t covered, you stupid pricks

You make me sick

Like, «Officer, I’m recording you»

So?

You think I give a shit?

Witnesses say they’ll complain because they see me taking the piss

One: they never do

And two: if they do, I get a slap on the wrist

So, pussy-hole, let me tell you suttin'

I can violate you for fucking nothing

And get away with it, 'cause we’re the judges

Stop saying, «Gang», we’re the only gang in London, pussy

L.A. Beats

Cadet, Cadet!