Letra de 'Can't Be Us (feat. Abra Cadabra & Bandokay)' de Headie One

I'm feelin' like EST, cah everyone shine together
'Course the 9 can't flick like we
Big lip look like he don't have a tenner
I won't lie to the industry
Somebody don't love their members
Look in the mirror and ask yourself if you been in the trenches, pussy
Who's your opps? Can't be us
Pree the block, must be bruck
Pree the board, must be mud
They get it online, not back in blood
Can't be hate, must be love
Can't be beef, must be brunch
You're involved? Can't be much
Where you from? Must be cunch

SJ got half the 9 on a shank
Startin' to feel like a TBT
So I give my young guys the four-by-four
Tell them: Go the L, not 3X3
They see me and wanted some clout
I rose the crime rate, ask the BBC
They had to go next block for the GBG
See a man get slapped
Like he just went and made a G.I. Jane joke on G-A-N-G
I jeeted out, ssh, and it won't get leaked
She know her secrets are safest with me
Tell the jakes: Free man up who shot- ssh
Can't be Bug, all of this bine get chucked
I knew soon someone will run out of luck

I'm feelin' like EST, cah everyone shine together
'Course the 9 can't flick like we
Big lip look like he don't have a tenner
I won't lie to the industry
Somebody don't love their members
Look in the mirror and ask yourself if you been in the trenches, pussy
Who's your opps? Can't be us
Pree the block, must be bruck
Pree the board, must be mud
They get it online, not back in blood
Can't be hate, must be love
Can't be beef, must be brunch
You're involved? Can't be much
Where you from? Must be cunch

Grr
Take a look at my block and look at the 9
Tell me who you think's winnin' collectively
Only one man's up on their block
They can't flick like the O, I don't say that respectfully
How you get me down, then run for your life?
That story sounds like a mess to me
I heard you got banned from your block
Check your friends, small boy
I don't know why you vex with me
I can put a milly down and bet my life
He ain't got more money than DSavv
And he ain't done more drills than we have
We aim straight, we don't hit knee caps
I ain't ever been stabbed by a opp in my life
Let me recap, such lies, I can't believe that
Must be coke, they need rehab

(Bando)
I'm feelin' Kodak Black 'cause everyone snipe together
'Course the 9 can't chat to the O
Half of them look like they don't own a wetter
I won't lie to the industry, somebody won't slide for their bedrin
Look in the mirror and ask yourself if you been in the trenches
You want beef? Must be dumb
Who's E? Not the 1
Want smoke? Train your lungs
Turner turned 'round and we saw him run
It's not beef, must be lunch
Call Kreepz, bring the gun
Taste the sweet, must be runts
How you want beef and ain't got no funds?
Bands, I'd hate to be from the 9 though
They ain't beat corn in years, from what I know
We fling corn down back streets
Get him down high roads
Even turned suttin' off on the side road
Akz got it on him, so try now
Klapz went jail, they labelled him a psycho
My friend saw him at the entrance
Now he's on on a pendant, lookin' all fly though
I'd rather die than scream out Edmonton
Chest shots or I aim for the skeleton
So don't get caught lackin' on a church street
This candle never came from a reverend

I'm feelin' like EST, cah everyone shine together
'Course the 9 can't flick like we
Big lip look like he don't have a tenner
I won't lie to the industry
Somebody don't love their members
Look in the mirror and ask yourself if you been in the trenches, pussy
Who's your opps? Can't be us
Pree the block, must be bruck
Pree the board, must be mud
They get it online, not back in blood
Can't be hate, must be love
Can't be beef, must be brunch
You're involved? Can't be much
Where you from? Must be cunch