[Intro]

M1OnTheBeat

What's that, Cali?

[Verse 1]

In the studio with bro, smoking chro' and it's Cali

If the cats weren't careful of the obbo, use a bally

White tee on, moving John Wayne with the swammy

Two-on-two at the Tesco, three-on-three at the alley

.44s in a bag, half a B with the strali

Five-Five dusty inches when he flinches from the sammy

Six 6s, I was 7+, seven with the ammi

All facts, bro, had to bank it up like it was Hali'

She came to my crib for a session, came West for the wood

She ain't shy, takes Charlie for the nose, the coke's good

I just hope that it's the same when I wash it and it should

Cah if not, I ain't putting mediocre in my hood

When I'm playing with the yola, baking soda, let it cook

Real pain, no shame, I heard you're nyaming out the puss'

I put white in my city, I'm a shepherd in a bush

Push a suttin' in your tee, bleached the flicky, stay shush

I don't know about college no more

Straight cash, had to catch up like Heinz

Left a banger in the mash

In the pen like ink

In the bin like trash

If the buj come in good, mix the buj with the bash

Roll it up, lemme light it, no diet

Feelin' frass, I won't rise it

I'm not fryin', no lyin'

I'ma crash, I'ma crash

Dead it like a zoot, hit a roach, leavin' ash

[Chorus]

Ring, ring, that's Alan that's bellin' me

"Yo, Alan, what you tellin' me?"

More time that nigga scorin' like a penalty

Six-on-four, no shots, that's seventy

Six-on-four, no shots, that's seventy

Six-on-four, no shots, that's seventy

Six-on-four, no shots, that's seventy

Six-on-four, no shots, that's seventy

[Verse 2]

Just got a shot for a two and a daughter

Come a long way from a quarter

Just came money, cash, P's on a corner

Just put thirty grams of mag' on a four now

Could've put forty, didn't wanna stretch it

Light though, man's still happy with the Z bit

Could've just pebbed it

Dropped it on my nigga for a rack

I ain't runnin' him down, just hit me when you got the scratch

Far from rich, twenty quid in the crib

Eighteen, three chains, two sticks

One score, five jibs, two clips

.44, three stacks and it kicks

OT drop packs, two trips

Went jail, took an L, went six bags down

Done a year came out, on the search for a town

Lemme just turn on my Grove ting

In one week, made it do a stack a day, no boastin'

Don't rate the olders, they ain't got waps

Consiged few and never saw my shit back, tramps

Lesson learned, not a loss

Went four bags down the other day

But I firmed it like a boss

I'm ain't boxing like McGregor, I'm a Freddie, leave 'em pourin'

If the Taurus hits him, even Jah won't cure him

Told the driver don't stop, there's too much buju in the foreign

In the Benz like Spragga, smokin' chronics and we tourin'

[Outro]

M1OnTheBeat