| You can’t tell me about beef on road | 
| Cause I’ve had beef on road | 
| And you can’t tell me black dress code | 
| Cause I’m in a black dress code | 
| And you can’t tell me about making dough | 
| Cause I’m out here making dough | 
| And you can’t tell me about friends or foes | 
| When I don’t have friends or foes | 
| No one can tell me nothing | 
| Blud, I don’t wanna hear 'bout nothing | 
| No one can tell me nothing | 
| And I still don’t care 'bout nothing | 
| No one can tell me nothing | 
| Blud, I don’t wanna hear 'bout nothing | 
| No one can tell me nothing | 
| And I still don’t care 'bout nothing | 
| Can’t tell me about local hoes | 
| When I don’t do local hoes | 
| And you can’t tell me about social, bro | 
| I don’t wanna be social, bro | 
| And you can’t tell me about name on road | 
| Don’t care for your name on road | 
| And you can’t tell me about take it slow | 
| When I don’t wanna take it slow | 
| No one can tell me nothing | 
| Blud, I don’t wanna hear 'bout nothing | 
| No one can tell me nothing | 
| And I still don’t care 'bout nothing | 
| No one can tell me nothing | 
| Blud, I don’t wanna hear 'bout nothing | 
| No one can tell me nothing | 
| And I still don’t care 'bout nothing | 
| Can’t tell me about keep it real | 
| Everyday, I keep it real | 
| And you can’t tell me about you man drill | 
| Don’t matter if you man drill | 
| And you can’t tell me about packing still | 
| The whole endz are packing still | 
| And you can’t tell me about out on the field | 
| Lowkey, I’m out on the field | 
| Much of the loot in London, Liverpool, Birmingham and Manchester was taken by | 
| existing criminal gangs. | 
| Others, though, were people from different backgrounds | 
| who saw something they couldn’t resist. | 
| They were right in the thick of the | 
| trouble in Lewisham, but also went to Catford, Bromley and Clapham Junction | 
| Right now, it looks like there ain’t a future for young people. | 
| That’s how I | 
| see it. | 
| Cause the government, they’re not helping no one out except for the | 
| rich people. | 
| They don’t care for us, they just leave us on the block to do | 
| whatever we do | 
| I don’t wanna be around niggas, don’t listen | 
| My vision’s way bigger | 
| Than being in the hood with all my niggas | 
| Catching niggas slipping | 
| Trick sipping till I feel my head spinning | 
| Got a bad attitude, it’s stinking | 
| I don’t wanna know no one’s business | 
| Real criminals ain’t no witness | 
| What’d you really think this is? | 
| Can’t tell me nothing | 
| Cause I’m a soldier | 
| Don’t make me and my co-Ds roll up | 
| So hold up | 
| Don’t be thinking you know me | 
| Just took what they told ya | 
| Keep it lowkey so they wanna get closer | 
| Don’t tell me nothing, cuz | 
| No one can tell me nothing | 
| Blud, I don’t wanna hear 'bout nothing | 
| No one can tell me nothing | 
| And I still don’t care 'bout nothing | 
| No one can tell me nothing | 
| Blud, I don’t wanna hear 'bout nothing | 
| No one can tell me nothing | 
| And I still don’t care 'bout nothing |