[Intro: CASISDEAD]

I'm out here

CAS

Faze Miyake

[Verse 1: CASISDEAD]

I ain't no role model

I roll up notes and do blow with the phone models

Lord knows I got no morals

I'm on Colombian Gold not gold bottles

And yeah it's Coke, but nah g it's not the kind that's sold in bottles

You ain't got no bottle

I have one gear and that's go

Full throttle

My food will make your mind boggle

I'm in a rough brothel

Old muff smelling like offal

Old slags and they look awful

Doing things that are unlawful (Faze Miyake)

They say I'm abnormal, obsessed with the paranormal

No airplay 'cause my dialect's too informal

Why the fuck would I take notes off a mere mortal

I'm too important, got the sniff, it's imported

[Chorus: CASISDEAD]

O's, Q's, tens, twenties

Bills, bags, pounds, pennies

It all counts and by all accounts I fucking get it

You've hardly copped any, don't bloody ask me for credit

[Verse 2: CASISDEAD]

Up north I'm called a darkie

Even though my skin is khaki

Fuck 'em though

I got a blue and white logo on my car key

I'm with Faze Miyake smoking haze it's no malarkey

Go from Barking, to buy Afghan from an Iraqi

Base, I flood the market

SCNO's biggest target

Safehouse in Barnet

Eight ounces under the carpet

Evidence discarded, and all parties departed

My course is uncharted, but fear is disregarded (Faze Miyake)

My mum says I'm retarded

Come home, I get bombarded

With questions about my sanity

She says I stay too guarded

My younger sister, protects herself with garlic

But I'm not a vampire darling

I'm scarred with a different marking

[Chorus: CASISDEAD]

O's, Q's, tens, twenties

Bills, bags, pounds, pennies

It all counts and by all accounts I fucking get it

You've hardly copped any, don't bloody ask me for credit

[Bridge: CASISDEAD]

O's

Q's

Tens

Twenties

Bills

Bags

Pounds

Pennies

O's, Q's, tens, twenties

Bills, bags, pounds, pennies

O's, Q's, tens, twenties

Bills, bags, pounds, pennies

Yeah

[Verse 3: CASISDEAD]

(Faze Miyake)

English but Niggerish

Mad and black as liquorice

Hot chick I'm diddling

She's giggling like she's ticklish

Won't stop til I finish, 'cause I paid her for the privilege

Might get a refund soon

True I spiked her beverage

Bare money I'm haemorrhaging, too much thinking with my appendage

Need equity for leverage

True the plan is to get rich

From Abridge to Redbridge

Clocking up bare mileage

See me with a dead bitch

Half ounce in her cleavage

Most of you cunts are garbage

But that works to my advantage

It's only a matter of time, you'll help me buy a Vantage

I'm here for drugs, the money and the carnage

Got cats lining up to sniff away their cartilage

[Chorus: CASISDEAD]

O's, Q's, tens, twenties

Bills, bags, pounds, pennies

It all counts and by all accounts I fucking get it

You've hardly copped any, don't bloody ask me for credit

(Faze Miyake)