The Old Estate (Explicit)

The Old Estate (Explicit) - Pete & Bas/M24

Lyrics by：Pete/Bas/m24

Composed by：Pete/Bas/m24

Yeah you know me son

You know my face you know my name

The packs got sold

And I got more than paid

Yeah you know me son

You know my face you know my name

I came from nothing

Now the whip's got custom plates

The packs got sold

And I got more than paid

Still living on the old estate

Had to lie low to avoid them jakes

Still living on the old estate

Even though it's hot yes yes

Not for the opps no

I'm talking the f**king cops jakes

Local shots I did it all bait

At their local shops I did it

Main Brix hid a thing on my waist yes

What you know about a local bop

What you know

Are you widdit or not

Are you widdit

I did it skidded I'm off woo

In the trap making prof off charlie yes

Now I'm in the booth like

Charlie Sloth fire in the booth

I got my Rollie on take that Carti off

She gave me sloppy slop she a narty thot

When I let that bang it ain't a party pop

Yeah they know my face

They know my name they know my spot they do

Yeah they know where we hang yes

But they don't circle that block what

Cah they know what's good for their health

They don't wanna end up lost oh man

I gotta stay working working yes

Cah I don't wanna end up lost

The packs got sold yes

Then I got more than paid rappers

Dragon pull off the L

You know I got more than waved high as f**k

Shave-shave yes swing

Tryna ching it

Approach with caution

Cah you might just end up swimming

Look come on then the old boys winning

He's giving lip then I might just chin him

Grab the wheel then the axel's spinning

I've been in this game from

My hairline thinning it ain't no joke

Countless drillings

Blood's still thicker but the

Drink keeps spilling yeah

Pouring a pint on a Friday night

We're them old school villains oh yeah

Couple yanks tried biting the

UK style but that's fine it's blessed

I can't dodge no bullets

I wrap my chest in a Kevlar vest yeah

Got an arsenal down in south got

A pig farm out in west

So just drop one text fly down the

M25 no stress woo

Yeah you know me son you know my face

You know my status you know my status

So just shut your mouth

'Fore I put your face on the front

Of the papers yeah

You got my number

I've got the deals and I've got

Them flavours nice

Got a grow next door

You know I ain't got no neighbours nah

I'm a local hero

And I'm talk of the town

Talk of the town

And I'm known to the gavers

And they've been poking around

Had to ditch that phone

And I chucked that bing in the

Back of the Rover

Never pulled over foot flat down

And I can't drive straight

'Cause I ain't that sober

I'm a lovely geeza

But I'm a violent man

Outsorce for

I cook rocks in pots yeah

And smash heads with pans

Knock knock who's there

I came to kick your front door down

Hallo

I go Jackie Chan

Ping pang pow I laid a man down

Working the block like clockwork

Out in the sticks with dust in a pot

Like Gordon ram in a car

That's another man rolled in a fag

Got smoked

I'm moving reckless

Grab that man by the necklace

Phone got robbed for the line

Hello

Texting his number like look

Call this one next time

I came from dirt and it all got dirty

30s 2-2s and 4-4s

Make cash in a burnt out box in Brixton

And I made big but I still want more

More time on the roadside meant more moolah

How could a man just let that go

Put in the work and the packs

Got sold on a mobile phone

Get rolled in a fag get poured in a pint

Get sent back home in a black bin bag

Coulda just left it coulda went walkies

But big Bas brought two toe tags

Both hands on her back when I smash it

We don't make love we make magic

She was speaking Spanish

Got me singing love songs in traffic

Yeah you know me son

You know my face you know my name

I came from nothing

Now the whip's got custom plates

The packs got sold

And I got more than paid

Still living on the old estate

Had to lie low to avoid them jakes