Last One's Left

My life is a mother F***ing mess
Coz right now i'm struggling with stress
In too deep struggling for breath
My click got in trouble with the feds
But minute they were here
Now they're gone and it's puzzling my head
I gotta be more cunning than the feds
Coz i'm one of the last one's left
So they'll be lovin an arrest
Oooh!
They'll be lovin the effect
Of me sitting in a cell wide awake struggling to rest
Yeah
Yeah i'm focused on them
Little pricks coming out the wood work
coz i'm low i'll be noticing them
And I wrote this for them
I'll be opening them
About thirty minutes after I've loaded a ten
And we don't need to prove S***
We already move sick
N****'s know that Pecknarm do this
That's why they F***ing with our music
Coz there ain't no fake A** N****'s round here are you stupid
Move silent in beef
What the F*** I need to talk for
I'm thinkin bout the pressure I apply on the heat
And I find you asleep
And your mum and your dad
And the stupid B**** your with will be crying for weeks
Jump in the whip's sliding the seat
Then a sigh o relief
You mother F***er's think your riding on me
I'll do it 50 cent style
Coz when the mac fraze up
It might hit you in the side of your cheek
When I load this nine
mother F***ers gonna know this time
I'll hang em on a rope this time
Boom blast beats spent bellin ere in Joseph Grind
Handeling the rose with shine
Banging out grams
Fam I got a potent line
N**** I'm promoting mine
Handing out samples
N**** I promote this grime.