Tell me where the profit is

Cutthroat but not my oesophagus

Targeted opposites, top of the food chain

Sippin’ champagne with the big dogs

Cigars, Rolex as a wristwatch

Hustlin’ like Rick Ross

In this masquerade we don’t feel ashamed

’Cause motherfucker, we still get paid

Turn up looking like I’ve been dipped in ink

Think I give a fuck what these pricks think?

Never slip on track so my ship won’t sink

I used to shift packs from flats that stink

I was on the breadline, thin

Too hard but I couldn’t melt down like zinc

Had to make sure that bad apple didn’t sync

Gorilla mode turned my lifе round in a blink

Sometimes I wanna scrap metal

Wеigh a kitchen sink

Get it? Listen again no, I didn’t think

Wanna scrap hizzal, get kicked in the chin

But I don’t wanna fall out

Goin’ on tour now

I just wanna ball out, chip and PIN

Lookin’ back at the mad shit that I did

Survived a fortnight with fifteen quid

But I held it down, never flipped my lid

I do me, I do music

Tatted up like Mike with the blueprint

Feelin’ flames as we're sprayin’ the heat

Devil knockin’ can you feel him at your feet?

I’m on top, I won’t stop till I

Don’t have to rot in this job

I could be my own boss and fuck up the spot

We’ve got a show at New Cross and we’re tearin’ it up

Tell me where the profit is

Cutthroat but not my oesophagus

Targeted opposites, top of the food chain

Sippin’ champagne with the big dogs

Cigars, Rolex as a wristwatch

Hustlin’ like Rick Ross

In this masquerade we don’t feel ashamed

’Cause motherfucker, we still get paid

And they don’t want none of it

Body bag a rapper for the fun of it

Load up again and spray another clip

Prolific

I just want another million views then I’m done with this

Until then I’m goin’ in with all cylinders

Real Black guy, militant

Take from the rich, give back to poor villages

I don’t wanna see fake images

Somebody show me where the motherfuckin’ profit is

Every damn day I manifest

I want it all and the rest so I never rest

Hacktivist the heaviest

Sick savages gonna need a therapist

’Cause I be on a wave like a jellyfish

Sting an MC then I bury him

All these skull rings on my fingers

Got me feelin’ devilish

Demolition

Cause I’m a menace to a society

That is heading for tears, shedding

Tell me where the profit is

Tell me who the prophet is

Tell me where the profit is

Cutthroat but not my oesophagus

Targeted opposites, top of the food chain

Sippin’ champagne with the big dogs

Cigars, Rolex as a wristwatch

Hustlin’ like Rick Ross

In this masquerade we don’t feel ashamed

’Cause motherfucker, we still get paid