[Verse 1 - Clavish]

In an ideal world paedophiles get birds, drug dealers don't

When niggas turn something off they don't even tell their bros

Let alone get laid up and start telling hoes

This is real rap, you know

In an ideal world the industry plants don't pop before the real niggas

Guys that don't ride, talk nice to the real drillers

Niggas that you grew up with, happy when they see you winning

But it come like they're happier when they see you spinnin'

In an ideal world I done good in school

Never started banging, when it's beef my phone ain't getting called

In maths class I didn't get it

In the trap the last thing I find hard is decimals

I sell it to the nittys

On the yard, chinger in my pocket, towel around my head

I've got too many paigons, and not enough friends

My little nigga got ideas but not enough sense

He's good at rapping but he's tryna leave somebody drenched

In an ideal world guns don't jam but if they didn't free Crash he would've caught like two bodies

I remember the days we only had like two shotties

Up the score for my hood, no one even want homage

Just pattern up my mum, if I ever do porridge

And explain why the roads made more sense than college

In an ideal world I never had to put packs in my arse for no profit

If you got it then, balls it, don't got it

[Verse 2 - Jordan]

I feel alright, I feel savage

Where's the matic? let me grab it

Feelin' manic, do some damage

Take me where the cash is

Hurry up wrapping

UK scallys

Asics and trackies

Snow runners and ballies

I got greece like Clavish

Getting blammed with ?

These women gettin, left they can't manage

It's the saddest

I'm so exctied, where my Akh is?

I'm eatin' patties, sippin Maggie's

I sold the jacket says Amo, got the spanish

I sold kids UKs as Calis

I sold some kids deaths as xannys

I'm with the Paddy's and we're trappin' in the ?

An ideal world bro it's kids and marriage

But in my world its life or a carriage

In an ideal world I wouldn't be damaged

In an ideal world I'd just vanish