(You are now listening to Young Chencs)

Gangbiz, gangbiz, I got suburban children using our language

Judging the way that we're living, outlandish

They wanna ban it, they don't understand it

Slander my name, it's affecting my branding

I'm on the phone with the head of Atlantic

Sat in the bando, came up with a plan

Finally here, I came up from a gram

My mum-my mum don't like how I'm covered in tatts

She done it alone when she dumped my dad

Three little boys, we was struggling bad

Start juggling crack for the stuff we didn't have

I remind my mum of my dad, it's sad

I was down and mad, now I'm up and glad

Wa-was young when I up and left

Was broke, no gwop, had to bump that cab

Mum brung a brand new man to the house and I said I can't trust this man

Hot-headed, I just don't get it, I punched the wall and I buss my hand

Try turn my mother against me and tell my lil' bros I'm tapped

In here I-in here I don't feel welcome so I just-so I just packed my bags

Gangbiz, gangbiz, I got suburban children using our language