I just wanna, reason to flip I got guns watch me run and come season your strip Getting funds, blowing weed in the whip Till it's done Ill forever be beating my stick Hundred miles on my speed limit shit None of you niggas can say 'T he a prick' Cos all I need is a wish Life up, how the fuck I always seemed to be pissed Hard work pays off, soft niggas stay soft Told my nigga mix, but don't ever quit his day job And fuck the money and the jewels and baguettes Let's put em down, come we see who is a threat I'm a certified g, nah I don't need no jewels If you ask about T, they say I squeeze on tools If you go against me, guarantee I won't lose Bullets separate your spleen My machine go boom
They never wanna know me before the Ps It was Gucci belts, red and green looking all Portuguese Bruddas talking spray talk but it's all Febreeze You said wallahi akhi but you just ate pork and cheese Before the stoods had to sort a fiend I wanna leave the game but will they love me you know that Rich Porter scene The day I paid my first bag that's all I mean Married to the game, man it wasn't that all a dream It's the Ice City crew, I been hitting sales, in and out the city too Jimmy's by my whip moving hot I told Jimmy chew Even though I take Jim's money I buy Jimmy Trues Spent a stacky on my crep you should see my feet Round table me Paps, Pebs, Nina, Keyz Listen man I screw out the Cid's Face getting chubby, guess I ate all the p I ease
Shopping up in Harrods like an Arab I just spent three racks and made it back cah I'm stubborn Your girl pree'd my Roley, wanna holla I ain't bothered Need bricks in abundance, so I'm with my plug doing lunches Tryna get the price cheaper Fucking with the white, I got jungle fever They never did it like me and Nina 10 bricks up in the hype before rapping Really had it, like God strike me down if I'm lying Up and down moving these packs they wanna hold me My life's like the Wire we been ducking the Mcnulty's Trappers say there working, fam they're faulty Probably snitch on me like that nigga in Belly that Rico scene Re'd up on some bricks to keep me occupied Told him keep hitting me with birds, fam I'm sure that our flock will fly Looking like the real definition of grind Its Ice City in this bitch we stay shining, leaving haters blind
Still out here trapping with a deal, I can blow or catch a case try imagine how I feel Still remember when I copped my first Q then what happened after Audemar's on my wrist, no more Aqua Master I had the hood looking icey on a summer day Put all my chains on l be wearing like 100k The plug called me saying that my prices are halal Came off the phone gassed cos that's nice for my moral I ain't no role model I slang rocks Still with the same niggas that I used to play with in the sandbox Jamming with them savages, you was doing mannequin challenges I was really trafficking packages Thinking bout them times I was cleaning up with Wonder I rep one block, all them pagans team up every summer Something mean under my jumper if the odds against me With this. 357 I can even out the numbers pussy
Swear down nothing ain't stopping me Looking like a Paris move, fucking ell, Kim K robbery With some 'mali niggas and they warn lack Girls used to front on me, yeah man gwarn bag You stay around the Tv I hog the block Connect gave me something to drink off, I got the box Never pulled out for my age, how you feel Streetz? Nah that's a light speech, birds fly, pebble beach I'm on the block non-stop cos I got the gear Fiends chill like my grandma, they see the rocking chair I'm in the hoopti, these hoes big whipping I jus warn stack chips, don't care what a chick in Take a mans girl though, need a bad b's mess Bug a boo warn Taylor guess she seems stressed Telling lies bout your grub and your packing steel Ask Nines he had me round chocolate, rag and deal
All I do is attack, bag straps make you niggas have to defend Swimming in the deep end, living like it's the end Beat corn, why you think my niggas got the rucksack Straight funeral, after I make it cut back Gun down niggas I don't ever give them no time Running up to niggas while I'm giving him the 09 Turn the streets red if niggas ever try fuck bout Guns on deck even when I'm the mums house Hanging out the window, niggas know I make the ting burst Mandem always telling me 'Fatz you need to think first' Its judgement, roll on the block and cause mayhem Gully motherfucker like I'm coming out of May Pen Cah I don't spare nuttin like Gunna Dee You see Fatz, just know I'm on fuckery You lay a finger on Nines and that's world war Head first, I'm throwing niggas off the third floor
I don't need no introductions, I'm the hardest motherfucker coming out of London And if you're talking bout the flows, got about hundred And if you talking bout the roads I be doing numbers I come through in different whips like a niggas sponsored Ain't a mission that I ain't accomplished And they labelled me a winner from the days I was young and I was swinging conkers Taking losses never been my option And I'm always giving all or nothing I'm getting older but I'm never getting bored of hustling This fur jacket got me looking like I'm born in Russia And all these diamonds on me dancing like the singer Usher I'm that nigga with the big structure In the city eating burger and lobster Undefeated like I'm Anthony Joshua If I'm ever at the fight I'm ring side, same seats as the doctors Mobbed out with the whole of the mobsters
Still committing arson My team score with the green and white, Henrik Larsson I'm with Nila in the spaceship, whizzing past em Two stepping in the club fam, Will and Carlton Ask your gyal fam, I'm real blessed with the jargon Wah'em, ask Gappy where we Rank in Harlesden Wah'em, the block filled with garden Wah'em, im with fifty Spartans Ya dun see the gargon How you mean, some dickheads warn over hype F Scarface, respect the Sosa type Ghosting, chilling in the tele like the Poltergeist On the phone to Omar, he ain't worried about a social life Changing bulbs the only time you hold a light Cos he got the spot clicking hard like its poet night Real deal like only Phil when I knock over mics With a bunch that's over nice This was years in the making this weren't over night
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