[Verse]

Let me show you how my day starts

Turn on my Nokia before I put my pace on

Send a text out, the line's already jumping

And I can't have a shower cah the boiler man takes long

Time to bag up and find where my scales gone

Got a free handle .1, it's gonna take long

Cut the meat bags in triangles like Masons

Phone's still glowing, swear these nittys got no patience

Hit the trap, same trackies and my 110's

Drop a parcel to my runner full of hot peb's

First runner's serving fiends in some hot ends

Second runner hitting sales, got a lot left

Bro phoned saying "Come by the flats"

Obbo on the block so we've gotta move our straps

Moving them around while some gunners doing laps

Fuck it, it was on me while them feds drove past

Now I'm posted on the pavement

Looking for this prick, I want my name on his statement

Bro told me chill, we're moving all raving

And there's no one round here, shit's looking all vacant

Feds are three cars behind, ain't clocked the plate yet

Told the driver "Take the first right, we ain't bait yet"

Runner phoned back, saying the food's almost gone

And he needs another reload but shit I ain't ate yet

Now I'm back in the ends

Got stopped by my younger, he wants a favour again

Said he wants a ounce to break down into 10's

I said "Shit cool, don't make me chase up the rent"

Now I'm sitting in the chippies, checking out my iPhone

Message from my girl saying I reply slow

And I'm always out and I don't show her no time yo

I said it's been a mad day, speaking of night yo

Finish off my burger now I'm phoning up the plug

Said "I'm in a hurry and I'm needing some grub"

He said "Meet at the same spot, back of the pub"

Went there, shook his hand and I told him it's love

Drop food to my runner, bag it up this time

And weigh it on point, don't try and fuck up the line

Got a new strap, blink I'm flying to B9

And when I get back you best still be on the grind

Put my smartphone away, went to cop the wallet

Told my link I've gotta burst it before I buy the strally

Went to Handsworth Park and then I let it go boom

I looked at the strap like this motherfucker's aggy

Got gunpowder on my clothes, shit I've gotta get changed

On my way home, some yutes are clocking my face

Told me I'm hard and they just want a pic

They didn't even know I was gonna shoot up the place

Fuck that, I got changed and now I'm back on the grind

Aston phoned me, he wants a Colt and a .9

I said "Seven bags, I can't budge on the price"

He said "Drop me a samp', if it's nice then I'll buy"

Now I'm cutting through with my bro in a rental

Aimed .45, bussing lights, moving mental

D Squared jeans and my top says Kenzo

Ay, the day ain't even finished cuz