[Backing Track: Waves - Mr. Probz]

[Verse: Squeeks]

Money comes, money goes

Plant a seed watch money grow

I tried to be what my mummy showed, gangster and a gentleman. Best of both

And I ain't try gloat, but I'm in a position, I think is better than most

They say, these chances are there to be taken. Made my first foul when I stepped on the pavement

It was all fun before. Now we hustle through the thunderstorm

Empty bellies, some hungers raw. All I see is red, number 4

Fast money got me still trapping, anytime I hear the feds my heartbeats rapid

Made the pebs look big, I had to re-wrap them

Got the best of both drugs, I got the B Cracking

Yeah, All I know is this fast life

Press, B, We cooking that hard white

S3 I had to copy my dargs ride

Just spoke to Ko' and he told me he's alright

Many times, I thought about forgetting this

Plenty times, I can't even remember shit

My heads spinning like the exorcist

Some say I soon blow like a terrorist

Some say I fell off, guess again?

They say it's getting to my head again

Niggers sneak dissing, I set a different trend

Got a problem with my nigga I'm like SNM

Class A flow they stuck on the crack pipe

Got the type of bars to make 'em get off they backside

They saying that I'm splashy on the day I got baptised

Pull up in the sports car they know it's a flash drive

Feds taking pictures like the paparazzi

I ain't got no kids but these chicks wan' call me daddy

Half these girls are on Molly and Mandy

They wanna drop it in their bitter, their brandy

That's a different wave

All I needs a few spliffs to blaze

Whip it up, gave my own wrist a raise

Causing impact no collision

I'm a track politician

I got plans in my vision (ah)

Presidential yeah I put it on the map

My whole generation all knowing who I am

I've got them problems

No Jeremy Kyle shit

From bedroom to boardroom

I feel like Jamal did

I know I gotta do it so I'm wid' it

And I'm a go-getter so I'mma go get it

It's hard to leave the roads

Phones ringing every minute

Plus these females always asking for your digits

[?] sent a VO

I hit him with a visit

Niggers soon home

He know I'm gon' kill it

He told me thats standard for me

Flash back we had '(a)mounts of money

Now they tried then my nigga had to chat to Ronnie

Cah they got him in a deportation centre

They saying that my nigga was a bait offender

Man I'm wishing that this shit wasn't real

But in ten different stores my nigga's hitting the tills

I was given the skill in music

He was given a tool he used it

I just wanna get out of this bullshit

My nigga's robbers so they can afford it

Are you feeling my pain

So how you living over there huh

Cah the way we live is fucked up

Every other nigga on bail now

But we still try and get them funds up

[Verse: Mr. Probz]

My face above the water

My feet can't touch the ground

Touch the ground, and it feels like

I can see the sands on the horizon

Every time you are not around