[Lyric] Not Guilty (Armz (WoodGreen))

[Intro: Armz]
Listen, before man do this music
Just have a few things I wanna clear up
And niggas gonna lie and say I was a snitch
That's cap, I can never snitch
Niggas gonna lie and say they robbed man out
Never been robbed out and never been chased, bored, robbed, knifed
Niggas gonna lie and say I ain't done shit in the field
That's cap as well
G always talk about this life but fuck all of that

[Verse 1]
Grrr, I heard there's opps on the block
So bro just jumped on the ped and revved it
I was on the back just giving directions
Spot me an opp, jump off then wet him
Them man love lying, no point G-checking
Any black yute jump out and chef it
Pop that door I know my intention
Don't trip up or you might get deaded
Pull up and the gang gon press it
Armed response my bro's impressive
Beef gets hectic carry my weapon
22 inch, the weapon selected
We had grown men calling to bless it
Now we got rappers leaving their bredrins
Thursday committed that cheffing
Now I'm at Jummah, doing repenting
Mash work and I don't regret it
Buck into me that's hospital settings
It's buj and crack we're selling
Same way brown skin's my preference
If I get bagged, don't ask no questions
Either get bailed or I'm jailhouse stepping
Right now I'm waiting for a sentence
Stressing, coming trial dates still pending
Apparently I gave him 7, chest shot specialist, send him to heaven
Burn my boogs can't leave no evidence
Controlling the field, sum like Jude Bellingham
Talk on my name but no ones addressing it
Bitches, all of them man move feminine
Heard Green beef with Edmonton, huh? Must be high off adrenaline
Beanies screaming, carry on cheffing it
Rambos wetting it, I kept on telling him
My mans likkle fish, kept on taking it
Vicious chingings, no point deading it
Beef gets seasoned, Anglo peppers it
Far from delicate touch man's skeleton
Don't beef them cah them man there begging it
Talk on Armz to try stay relevant
[Verse 2]
They had your boy on sedatives
I don't think them man there getting it
You know that my ting's separate
Talking a lot, ay take your medicine
Bucked me in the fields, they froze
Ay, Jamzy, strike me a pose
Play games like tic-tac-toe, I get neck off a big back hoe
Pass me the dots and I'll let the go
Bad on myself and I'm bad with my bros
20 v 1 I'm bad on my own, name been ringing, bad on the roads
Three different gangs but the man's one joke
Yo I know they don't want no smoke
I put blade in and out man's coat
Less than a month gotta burn new clothes
Wet man down that's the problem solved
Back of the ride gotta keep composed
Looking for yutes that pop them O's
Chiraq where this estate ghost
No one on their block, let's check Bruce Grove
Bro tells me thinks he's involved
Buss that U and they use their toes
Your favourite rapper could of got soaked
Smoke, sleep in the trap with one eye closed
OT man's slanging dope
Give me a sec and I'll be back home
Give it to me and I'll beat that pole
Want light and dark? Come bell my phone
Like Hovis got the best of both
Bagged for a splashing lied on oath
Not guilty and they let man go
All blacked out from my head to my toe
Kobi40 straight to the bone
Ay fuck, if you know then you know
Hospital bed and his heart rate's slow
All blacked out from my head to my toe
Kobi40 straight to the bone
Ay fuck, if you know then you know
Hospital bed and his heart rate's slow
[Outro]
Anglo