[Intro]

Listen, gassed, gassed

Listen, look, look, look

[Verse]

Walk in a rave, frown on my face, drink in my hand, hand in my pouch

Man talk greaze, man look left, look right, look straight to a bang in the mouth

Man talk greaze, man see man in the flesh, man sayin' please just dead it

Man talk grease in the whip come out the car, and come in like Niko Bellic

Ah, I phone up like we want a pizza

A flip blade or a sweet in a heater

To touch more skin than Mia Khalifa

Your man said come round the corner, you're jokin', man tryna talk like he's touchin' us

Your man best run when he see man come, son you can get a tiger, tiger, tiger uppercut

I'm next in line, bruv

They got my brothers doing next to life, 'cause ring ring on a Lyca, Lyca

For food in the club like tyga tyga hyper hyper boys doing cyber cyber

And see man in the flesh dark, talk big on the nets dark

Bread in pen and kill a cyberman like David Tennant

Ahhh, mad ting I went back to paper, back to my notepad

Back to basics, back to black, in fact I went back to back

Stack to stack from a penny to half a grand

Had to find myself, I wasn't looking right

In a state could've got your g hurt like Muller light

Fatalistic thoughts, I swear I could've died

That's why I ain't wrote a thing since

Well, I can't confine my pain to a sentence

I sentence you, that's pain in a sentence

I got a sentence explained in a sentence

That's eighteen years explained in a sentence

The way I'm living's been so peak

Introverted, my friends don't know me

'Cause more time I'm walking on my lonelies

Or in the graveyard talking to my homie

Believe me, believe me, this life ain't easy

Why do you think the mandem rarely ever see me?

Why do think I gave up dreams of a CD?

Why do you think I splash as soon as I see P's?

Chief Keef

Prada's 300 get funding before he could beef me

How could I spend like a grand on clothes

Still refused to spend a pound on

Advertising draws, huh, making songs about gunplay

You dumb yutes are bringing more heat to your strip than a runway

What a plain bar

Had my brother in Feltham, that's Heathrow, what a plane bar

And I bet that flew over your head, what a plain bar

That's runway Heathrow plane bars

And on Sundays, we still claim ours

'Cause them Polish guys don't sleep

And Sergey still needs, dimitry still needs cheese

I do it for them for the guys that still move green

Line to line, crime to crime, I still see P's, Gucci scarves back I still see G's

Prison visits I still see C, Wandsworth to Hideout, I still see B

Got into the graveyard, I still see A, unemployed and I still got paid

Skipping school just if we still got A's, girls say I got gassed in change

And I say damn right look at my trainers, babe

Listen, none of you man want beef and none of you man want heat

Listen, none of you man want beef, none of you man want heat

Listen, listen, look, look, like

Like none of you man want beef and none of you man want heat

Listen, none of you man want smoke, none of you man make P's

None of you, none of you, none of you man seen cash

None of you man own straps, neither do I

If I need that, I got boys that will bring heat with the four, I am in Dubai

Nah, but I still think I am in Dubai, no rapper's 'liver than I

Sergey phoned like I wanna buy

Five of the brown, five of the white

Write that down, give it to my guy on a bike

Who gives it to my guy on a fly

I'm the guy that sells to the guy on the left

And I probably sell to the guy on the right

This line's so long, I could peddle white to the guy in the sky

Maybe it's rude, maybe it's true, trap line's local

Money tight but I've never seen a total

Why? 'Cause I got money in halves and 'cause I got money in Q's

Man 'cause I got money in squares 'cause I got money in shoes

But are you really from your ends, mate?

'Cause you're really doing wheelies on your ends, mate

And we're really drawing beanies from your ends, mate

My kitchen will have you fleeing from your estate

I rush man, I'll have you filled in the next day

I touch man I saw twingin' like a Sensei

I brush man, a Van Gogh with the red paint

Chornobyl, feel heat when that lead raise

I grab man and start squeezing his neck mate

Like three's you won't leave unless I see P's by the next day

Heat in the next way, heat in BE's and I leave a G weak

And he's easily, easily beaten by flow, show respect when you speak

And I, he's screaming like please can I make a new ho

Ah, I'm bleeding but fe, I'm needing a friend to help me to say no

And he's holding a weapon talking to a demon, bro

I swear I ain't letting you go

Listen, I'm calm in colly

Link Holly from Colly

That's Holly from Colliers Wood, nah, I'm calm, it's golly link donny in Totty

That's money that's payment in full, nah, I don't bark no shotties

O hearts for thotties, no time for a girl or a friend

I just go my lessons, it's less than a blessing, it's comfy in colly, the end

Ah, man