Opps - Stardom

Postcode beef, we used to go to school with each other

Now it’s on if I buck yah

You’re ridin' with man or against

Sayin' you’re my bro, now you’re on different ends

It’s an eye for an eye, it’s a tooth for a teeth

With three .9's out we ain’t callin' police

In the streets, we only care about survival

With the killies, we don’t care about reprisals

Re-Retaliate then it spirals

Beef, man will shoot you out your Michael

Jordans, when you step 'round me, you step with caution

Trappin' on the block, drums awesome

Gun fires, somebody suffers

I bet you don’t wear the wrong colour

You-You know how it goes in the borough

They’ll be sendin' reefs to your mother

Streets ain’t sweet like Haribos

Postcode beef, better back your bros

Opps tryna rob you out

You better back your talk if you run your mouth

You’re smokey, you know how it goes down South

If it’s that or bring the thingey out

We ride on our enemies

If they catch you, then it’s rest in peace

Bad boys from ghetto, shooters from Peckham

Won’t hesitate to do you in a second

Mum ain’t gettin' paid 'til the 7th

No food in the fridge, yeah, man, it’s the 11th

Rose out of concrete

More murderer, pour Dom P

Violate my boy, we have to find him and ground him

No slippin', keep a thing in my trousers

Countless times I had to slide out

In a dinger so long, got a dry mouth

No love for the otherside, militant

It’s gets mad when they start hittin' innocent

Bystanders, oh, fuck it, where’s my manners?

O-O-Only care 'bout nice hammers

Shoot 'em up and bang for the ends

No gang shit, I bang for my friends

Streets ain’t sweet like Haribos

Postcode beef, better back your bros

Opps tryna rob you out

You better back your talk if you run your mouth

You’re smokey, you know how it goes down South

If it’s that or bring the thingey out

We ride on our enemies

If they catch you, then it’s rest in peace

Streets ain’t sweet like Haribos

Postcode beef, better back your bros

Opps tryna rob you out

You better back your talk if you run your mouth

You’re smokey, you know how it goes down South

If it’s that or bring the thingey out

We ride on our enemies

If they catch you, then it’s rest in peace