[Chorus]

Born in Notts, raised in the Gulag

Bitch, I'm a freak, I ain't human

Been doing this, no rumour

Okay, boomer

I don't know how many times I told you

I'ma raise this roof like "Oh, Lord"

Last year you was hating on man

Now I see you front row at the show taking photos

I'm charged up like solar

Man's gone clear, bitch, so long

Come see me in the gulag

I'm outclassed by no one

[Verse 1]

Look, shit's too easy

No matter what I say, it's Certi'

You graduated and went back

I made a mil by thirty

Dirty

Step up the game plan, man, it ain't working

Married to the game, I've been flirting

You ain't put time in, nah, you ain't worthy

I can kill your career on purpose

Porsche Carrera doing them circles

I feel like a god, pray for me at churches

You can play dressed up, clap for the nurses

Can't see me on the verses

I'll have you zipped up, riding shotty in the hearses

Yeah, 1v1, I'll be the last man standing

I got dreams of twenty acres and a mansion

You ain't getting in the way of what's mine

It's me against the world, you can call me Carole Baskin

[Chorus]

Born in Notts, raised in the Gulag

Bitch, I'm a freak, I ain't human

I've been doing this, no rumour

Okay, boomer

I don't know how many times I told you

I'ma raise this roof like "Oh, Lord"

Last year you was hating on man

Now I see you front row at the show taking photos

I'm charged up like solar

Man's gone clear, bitch, so long

Come see me in the gulag

I'm outclassed by no one

[Verse 2]

Yo, one, two, three, that's genie

Blue in the face, Fenty like Riri

I ain't got time plus one for the repeat

Royalty is hitting the account like each week

Twenty for tax and the rest for the watch

Came from the middle got eyes on the top

Yeah, take a train to Notts

Quick dinner with Froch

Easy, laid back

That's my style when you hear me on playback

I'ma stack these rocks like A$AP

I'ma throw these fists like Rayman

I don't care what you say, man

I'm already in my own damn lane, man

I won't drop the ball like I'm Lehmann

I'm tryna up the score and get paid, man

Yeah, everything I touch is flames, man

Already know I never miss when I'm aiming

Got 'em praying on they knees saying "Amen"

Might fuck around and make a mil, can you blame me?

[Chorus]

Born in Notts, raised in the Gulag

Bitch, I'm a freak, I ain't human

I've been doing this, no rumour

Okay, boomer

I don't know how many times I told you

I'ma raise this roof like "Oh, Lord"

Last year you was hating on man

Now I see you front row at the show taking photos

I'm charged up like solar

Man's gone clear, bitch, so long

Come see me in the gulag

I'm outclassed by no one