(Cees, Hit em with that visual artz [?])
(Chit)
(Square I see you)
If Daff lick ten then I give mum five
If daff lick twenty then I give ten
If daff lick thirty then I give mum half
That's how a nigga feels for the grief in the past
Didn't mean to stress you
Had to get mined
No-one else will bless you
Who will bless me
Heart is empty
Roads just tempts me
If daff lick forty and I give mum twenty
Fuck the five-o
Driving five-o's
Bun the five-o
Can't stop my grind
I've got five goals
Money times 5
Can't be broke need money in my life
If I lick five-o give mum two five
Give mum my love
Enemies I give them my slugs
Risky anytime feds could roll up
Shift me
Give mummy thirty that means I licked sixty
I licked sixty
Born in the eighties far from the sixties
(Chit)
I want the lock pixy I want the chips dixy
Index finger feelin kinda itchy
Let me see my enemies
Make a mandem pour Hennesey
I've been around I'm old school like Hennesey
(Chit)
Your girl phones me up cos I got energy
Hardest out the roads keep
Give mum thirty five that means I lick 70
No bronze silver that fake 7p
Straight gold out ere
Straight road out ere
Drugs got sold out ere
Niggas got scarred from mouth to ear it’s naughty
Lick 80 bags then I’m giving mummy 40
I would laugh if I [?] tried stalk me
I'm on task on my job of course g
I don't go OT with the horsies
I'm a hood boy you catch me in your hood
Cos I’m g'ed up
From the feet up
G in my hood
G outta town
G everywhere das how a g get down
Have to like me
Why dislike me
Lick 90 give mummy 4 5
Roads done will get done with the 4 5
Lights fun
Age 4 5
Just a bit older
Say 8 9
Just a bit older
Say 10 11
Call it 15 and after that you're just reckless
London city always got a mum stressing
Cos a little boy died from a fire weapon
Was a little boy who fired the fire weapon
One arrested the other left resting
(Chit)
Tried to be good but bad I just messed with
Circle fucked up and nuttin can't mend this
(Chit)
Cut down the numbers
It's all fucked up cos all of dem dere ma dawgies
Now it's all bookie amongst us
My mentality stays London
Break mummy 50 that means I lick 100
Tiger on the streets dawg I always stay hungry
Out for the next meal
Out for the next bill
Out for the next grand
Make the grand expand
Tryna make a million
Put mummy on a hillion
Settle down nicely
With the buff wifey
With all my dons too and all of dem are icey
All lookin pricey
Ten whips out on the motorway highspeed
Bunnin the high cheese
Eyes lookin Chinese
On the way to west end
Snakes in the grass g
Feel it in the air I get a slight breeze
Some don't clock they walk past me
If it's real beef you can never walk past me
It will get nasty
Suttin like your local boss
You can get blasted
Outside your local shop
Don't underestimate...
Don't ever think he's soft...
(Don't ever fam)
Cos you got workers
Don't ever think your boss
I don't class myself as a gangster
Out till the sun goes up to get the grands up
Still kick the door down nigga keep your hands up
Tell me where the grands are
Leave a stack bankrupt
Risk myself getting handcuffed
For the queen's face, is the queen's face that buff?
Just a piece of paper
That'll bring a hater
Make your life greater
Get your house paid for
Chop it, bag it that's what I get paid for
Invest the profits and me I gotta make more
Dough behind the door and me I gotta break doors
Hungry season and me I gotta take yours
(Take yours)