The Landing

They didn't see it in me, guess that my disguises worked

When I was rollin' with them boys, youd get your tires burst

We slept with loaded barrels underneath the mattress

And they told me if I get to shootin', put the salt round in first

Respect is mutual, that's the rules, that's just how it works

Could make a month of normal wages in an hour's work

In crowded rooms with sketchy faces and sour smirks

I'd grab the bag and you'd know that I'm bout to count it first

I've come away from coppin' ounces and robbin' houses

I'm not a stranger to rockin' trousers on rotten couches