North East Takeover 2022 / Welcome To The NE Lyrics

Yo, I said it's time for the North West, fuck that shit, it's time for the North East

Also classed as the N.E , but we don't fuck around up these dark corners

Fuck with us, we'll show you the way to the Golden Gate

Just fuck off and stop calling me your mate before I end up blowing your way

Yo, I said it's time for the North East, one and two, jab in the face

Like Tyson in the North East, there's a lot of pythons, that light a bite you in the back

Then stab you in the back, then super grass, in 2021, yeah, I shot the **** **** up

Too hard, too many bars, too many bitches and there's too many cars

The only reason why your still breathing is cause I'm making a the tune, that's harder then the trap

T1 on that drill track, once again, gonna no time to explain

PC Plod storming through the gaff again, with guns n cosh's

Try to drag me outta bed naked, punching, kicking, restraining

And that's what got me hating before I was powersliding in a benz

In this lifestyle, you need no friends, just family other then, that's it dead

Come on girl, stop hitting ma IG up right now, I can't right now

It must be off the missions, and ya wishing someone could cure your lonely condition

No fine girls, no fine places, just ugly bitches in small time places

You never seen a HMP cell block full of crookedly cops, when you hear the clocks tik tok

Time flies, watching little kids die

When I'm jacked the fuck up on Cali, you know am wearing a bali

And after all the shit, when I'm getting missions done and

Dusted you know the five o's coming, I'll be leaving the scene

Nowhere to be seen, make us a enemy

We'll

Storm through your gaff, wearing Air Max 90s and Air Max 95s

Blah, blah, blah, blah, your gonna die

Fuck off, that's the place I wanna be, I need to be

Grafting on the streets, wishing it was a healthy routine

My full lifestyle, about living in poverty

Help selling twenty bags and half-ounce of Cali

You know am gonna fly down those streets, on a Sur Ron with a bali

Loading up then big straps, I miss them days when I was broke

As a joke, these days selling bit of

Columbian keys, am chilling with ma G's

Lost most people and ma self down too jealousy

Pharrell Thompson, that's who I hate to be

Hate it or love it, SR2 on top

I'm gonna shine till my heart's off

You may have never heard of me, T1 that's the name

And this is no capping, real fucking rapping

A don't know what a say this is the streets, not a bunch of fake bullshit