Jail ft. Kilo Koh & Antiwave

They try to send me to jail, I ain't playing no monopoly

Cost you three bills to pass go have your bread before you're crossing me

Better do it properly I'll burn down all your property

They ain't ever stopping me, pickpocket poems call it pocketry

Thinking that the Taliban never seen a rocket, gee

I was on my knees with the flowers by the cemetery, told nath I got this

This is R six smoke, bud line goat, mud dries up inside my throat

As I crawl from the Humber, cross across moats

Take over castles and snatch back thrones

This is coldest of ice, coldest of nights

Docklands where I sit while they burn up their spice

This is all coloured lights, blues and the brights, won't