Skepta - Bellator

For my dawgs on the wing This is for my brothas in the grave This is for my brothas in the grave And my dawgs on the wing Disrespect my niggas, that's a cardinal sin Walk into the club, I might be dancin' with' your ting I'ma slam dunk it, put my arm in the ring Catch a nigga slippin', getting trippy in the store I'ma Pop Smoke 'em, I'ma do it in Dior Michael Venom Page him, I'ma do it Bellator Used to run his mouth, now he can't do that anymore I used to roll round the corner, lookin' to Westwood 5 rocks on me, that's a 100 pound drug I was trappin' like a fool, tryna play it cool Kept that fuckin' tool, told my brothas stay in school Ain't no loyalty for shit, most these brothas due to switch If he gets hit with 26, he's gon' definitely snitch Interview me 'bout the case That's a waste of a tape I'ma play my cards right Hit them with the poker face Whoa Life is a gamble, you better roll the dice Everybody's got a price, better hold on to your wife If I send a DM, will she reply? She might, tryna put you on the flight Let's get freaky for the night Had to grind for my money, didn't happen overnight I was druggin' and finessin', had the dark candlelight All these niggas fallin' off And I can't bring 'em back to life I remember you was hungry, boy, you lost your appetite This is for my brothas in the grave And my dawgs on the wing Disrespect my niggas, that's a cardinal sin Walk into the club, I might be dancin' with' your ting I'ma slam dunk it, put my arm in the ring Catch a nigga slippin', getting trippy in the store I'ma Pop Smoke 'em, I'ma do it in Dior Michael Venom Page him, I'ma do it Bellator Used to run his mouth, now he can't do that anymore For my dawgs on the wing For my dawgs on the wing For my dawgs on the wing For my dawgs on the wing