Cultivation lyrics

[Verse 1: YA]
I got ninety-nine problems, one of them ain't getting boxed in
You're not a grafter sat in gardens window watching
It gets sticky up north, are you ready, are you locked in?
Sixteen Z in my hands and I ain't boxing
We were little kids, doing mazzas on chory peds
Then it went to doing missions in designer treads
I ain't hanging up my boots, I'm hanging up these LEDs
What's a thousand grams? You ever seen a thousand Z's?
They don't wanna see us win, I still win regardless
Been through it all, no wonder why I'm heartless
Me and A, we done mazzas on the roadside
Don't believe your favourite MC cah he's harmless
I felt lost when I were hungry, doing burglaries
And I felt comfy kicking jiggas in my Burberry's
I'm tryna build my foundations, not burn a bridge
But if he's showing disrespect then I'ma burn that bridge
I lost the 'mount of times I've been stabbed in the back
I go grab my grips, I don't cook no crack
Ten-ten birds with the maddest of back
Right hand on her hip, left hand on the trap
Money on my mind now, I can never slack
For the money that I blew, I gotta make it all back
Free Jinna, he's a ripper, got him riding a lap
If I ever took your doors, you ain't getting 'em back
[Verse 2: Marky B]
I'm from the land of the Formbys, ringered up chories
I stick with the facts, set man'll tell stories
f*ck what the law is, hitting one-forties
My pal from the block'll show you what a four-four is
I got Afghan, I don't mean Dan
Coming with the fire man, I don't mean Sam
See me on the telly, I don't mean gram
I be just chilling, wanna be a free man
Free man, free man, free Wes in the can
Free T, free Jack, free the rest of the man
See me, I be sitting too blessed to be gang
But I wanna take a minute for the rest of the fam
Wanna sit back, relax and see to my graft
Never see me capping, gotta stick to the facts
f*ck rap, f*ck clout, f*ck a million plaques
I were brought up with nothing, want a million stacks
They be chatting nonsense, dying for the clout
If I started chatting weed, they wouldn't know what I'm on about
Looking to the sky when I tell 'em there's a drought
And they wanna talk bad, they've not a clue about a round
Never took a chase and they never took a race
Never seen a cell, never even caught a case
You can ask Gully 'bout the charges faced
Been up in crown court and the magistrates