(Quincy Tellem)

Turn

(Cage got that cold)

Got this shotgun, and got it sawn-off

The nostrils long, so we gave it a nose job

Twenty-four hours, I ain′t had no sleep

I got PTSD, I can't see myself fall off (Turn)

Who done all them drills that the opp boys talk of? (Turn)

We play foul, so the ref took the ball off (Told me turn)

Bro said "Focus on makin′ bread" (Turn, turn)

But we always end up with toasters (Turn, told me turn)

You know what I do to the smoky

Treat that WD40 like baby Johnsons (Turn, turn, turn)

Bought a baby nine for the tour bus

And a G17 for the nonsense (Su-su-su-su)

North London is a war zone

Ask my broski shh

"Who's gonna go get the dinger from top stuff?"

It's meant to be uptown funk, Mark Ronson

I ain′t here for the nonsense

Who′s on me? I'm on thеm

G-lock holds sixteen, I can spit this verse, leavе sixteen on them

My thumb′s so numb from the reload, one-thirty kilos

Buy my weight when I go grab reloads

In the hood, I'm an icon, Figo

Louis V in the trenches, fedora, and a pea coat

Two Gs on my off day, I′m Gucci, that's the G code

Pocket rocket came little, that′s baby, that's Pino

If you want that cosign, need your mum's address, fuck a depo

I was in my front room with the nina

Yola, turn a pop city to a corner sofa

Granddaddy hat and a Motorola

But it′s meant to be ′017

Seventeen years of age in Feltham, I ain't ever go Wetherby

Yo, ′course I fell in love with the T, produce some notes, remedy

Put my wrist in liquid nitrogen

Blow trees like "Fuck the environment"

In the crop house, bring in Chinaman

My old friends have no entitlement

Fake love to me is frightenin'

They wonder why there′s violence

Made a mill from jumpin' on mics again

Countin′ up is gettin' tirin'

And I don′t need to ride again, pay five again

Let the squad get firin′, let the big ting rise again

They don't worry ′bout sirens

And I'm wanted by Trident

′Cause my man got hit with the stub

But he thought it wasn't written in the stars like Tinie

We can′t part ways up on IG

I've got one million opps

But this money make it hard to find me (Turn, turn)

I can't believe what this envy and jealousy ′cause so much rivalry

Why you think I don′t stop at the lights?

'Cah I′m feelin' like Biggie Smalls in the 90s, 90s baby

Noughties made me, trap house crazy, this shit made me

They envy, they don′t wanna see me win

It's a shame ′cause they all could've been legit

Free the guys on the wing, for real, for real

Could've been me, for real, for real

Jump on the stage and it′s all surreal

Came from the bando, for real, for real

Cartier bangles, for real, for real

Cartier bangles, for real, for real

My pockets expanded, for real, for real

I′ve really seen it get real

Bro left his prints on the handle, for real, for real

We tryna balance, for real, for real

Some for the cause, some for the thrill

We went to war, no time to heal

So we ain't got handled, for real, for real

Put my wrist in liquid nitrogen

Blow trees, like "Fuck the environment"

In the crop house, bring in Chinaman

My old friends have no entitlement

Fake love to me is frightenin′

They wonder why there's violence

Made a mill from jumpin′ on mics again

Countin' up is gettin′ tirin'

And I don't need to ride again, pay five again

Let the squad get firin′, let the big ting rise again

They don′t worry 'bout sirens

And I′m wanted by Trident

'Cause my man got hit with the stub

But he thought it wasn′t written in the stars like Tinie

We can't part ways up on IG