Interview rooms, stay silent, hit the Bailey and ask God for guidance
If I took that oath I'm lyin', even when I'm wrong, I'm tryna stay righteous
How many times did he leave man lifeless, end up on a wing with lifers (Turn, turn)
Bro's the tightest, he sent man a fiver, I guess it's the thought that counts
Five hundred English Pounds in fivers, I still couldn't afford her nails
In the bando, studyin' triple science, grab the Pyrex, it's goin' down
Look at the flick of the wrist all I need is an hour (Turn, turn, ah)
Ask Scott if he came to the night shift, even those gaffs all bait in town
Even those gaffs all bait in town
I check out the bando like it ain't
Uh, them times was hundred pounds an' eighth
Wasted time on my estate
Look at the bando, it's a state
After the bro, could've of got me paid
Then I had to turn it and run from fate
All the times that I wanted to call it quits, I stayed
To the times that I had to go flush that grub, cah I went and caught a raid (One)