[Verse]

Real life, everything you're hearing authentic

Talk's cheap but everything I'm wearing expensive

Girls on man hoping for that fairy tale ending

But I'm out here, my CV is very extensive

I'm controlling my lane bro

You can see I'm living and I'm winning

And the opposition looking like A-Holes

My new chick looking like the younger version of J-Lo

Balenciagas on my feet; the colour of yayo

I won't stop until my cake long

On missions like James Bond

Profiling, hopping out of spaceships with my chain on

OT way gone

Where I got my name from

Same place I came from

Blood in my veins don

Rolling in the tinted whip

Wardrobe ridiculous

Blowing thousands, running through this paper like I'm pissing it

Money over bitches, trying to split these riches with my bros

Splashing dough

It's a fashion show when I hit the road

Foot down I might crash the Lambo

You think you're Tony, I can make the caller Alejandro

I go hard for the team baby

I'm a king and Alexander my Queen lately

Last night I hollered your chick

Had your girl on her knees, told her swallow my kids

And my luggage cost more than your holiday did

When shit get real I don't need to borrow a stick

I was flexing young, should've bought a house first

Walked into Versace and I bought a £1,000 shirt

No snakes around me, just Medusa heads

Times I had to lose the feds

Blowing through the reds

I spent my whole life grinding now I'm shining

All these bright diamonds and a brudda fine dining

In restaurants with Michelin stars

I just wanna tour the country, put some Lizzy in yards

I was at the power table, looking round sitting there

Thinking I'm the only one that ain't a fucking millionaire

It's been a long road

Brudda I'm on dough

Trying to mash ten grand cash off of one show

I remember being broke in the tower block

Now my people going mad when Power drop

Can't see I'm shining then go to Specsavers

And my dress code sharper than Gillette razors

Things are still mad where I'm from

All the mandem are on

I'll blow a bag when I want

My life a movie, you could put it in a British film

Hot stepping with my something, I'm still in the field

And I started this from nothing, trying to spin a mill

I got mass appeal so fuck a shitty deal

I got a bad bitch, she back it up for me

I mash it up properly then she stash my racks for me

Bag a man talking bout a bag of man soggy

Couldn't have the big chacha, man worry

Walking through Amsterdam, people feel me worldwide

Three grand on my outfit, I'm fucking on the first night

Flashbacks to my past

Couple light scars

Now I'm treating Louis like it's Primark

Girl jumping in the water like a lifeguard

Them mandem roll up to my shows, twenty-five cars

I bought a hundred haters with me, what's your life bout?

If I get the green light, that's your lights out

I need to get these millions in before my life out

I need a fucking million pound cash right now