[Intro: Young Lord]
Start from the beginning.
Turn my headphones up!
Get it, squad!
Squad, gang-gang!
[Hook: Young Lord]
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe!
[Verse 1: Skepta]
Packs, I sold, had them buzzing on the road,
Crack residue in the buttons on my phone,
Black leather boots when I run into your home,
Ring, ring, pussy, it's your mummy on the phone.
Niggas wanna kill me, tell them, «Go and get your Uzi!»
Bari got the weapon in the pocket of the Ksubi's,
See me on the catwalk, you see me in the movies,
Still you can end up dead when you disrespect the goonies.
[Hook: Young Lord]
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe!
[Verse 2: Skepta]
The traphouse was a shithole, with my niggas
Smoking on some indo, looking for the police through the window,
Said, “I'll be a minute”, of course I was an hour,
Never disturb a baker when he's mixing up the flour.
Devour these criminals stepping on my toes,
I step into the party, I let everybody know,
The heat will bang for a legend on the roads,
So keep your hands off my bredrins and my clothes.
[Hook: Young Lord]
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe!
[Verse 3: Skepta]
You say you always got the toast,
But when you see my niggas you look like you see a ghost,
These niggas follow fashion, don't look comfy in their clothes,
See them on the roads getting lovey-dovey with the hoes.
I'll put you in your place, forreal, you disrespect the clique
Bang-brrrang-dang-dang, on my Lil B shit,
From Soho to the heights, they're fucking with me heavy,
They know me and my gang, we're the realest on the telly.
[Hook: Young Lord]
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops!
It ain't safe!
[Outro: Young Lord]
You've been duckin' from me, shawty!
You've been duckin' from me, shawty!
You've been duckin' from me, shawty!
You've been duckin' from me, shawty!
You've been duckin' from me, shawty!
You've been duckin' from me, shawty!
You've been duckin' from me, shawty!
You've been duckin' from me, shawty!