[Intro]

(That's Chucks)

Thought it was go time, like, from the jump

(Emz Beats)

[Verse 1: Potter Payper]

I link T on my just rap, you can blow shit

Still think I'm Boston George on my blow shit

My boy's in a SVR, but he stole it

I flew past **** with my wap, told him hold it

Man keep talkin' my name, they keep trollin'

When they're more pussy than the pussyoles they roll with

Can't be pillow talkin' in these streets, I disown him (Yo)

Can't be talkin' about me, I kick doors in (Check)

[Verse 2: Tunde]

I link P on my jack jones in the morning

He was one up too 'cause we're staunch and they know this

My boys in a SRT, he didn't rent it

Took chase from the black bonnet and he bent it

I flew past the back of the еstate to go and pick him up

I sent Cappy round therе and told him, "Go and lift him up"

'Cause man keep chattin' man name, they keep cappin' it

But one ****, so now I keep **** it

[Verse 3: Potter Payper]

I've been buying watches and guns, that's insurance

Runnin' this for ten years runnin', that's endurance

I ain't worried bout nobody, they're all jokers

Like I ain't been steppin' with hammers and big boarers

Standin' on strip corners, scammers and extorters

Came too far to be standing with informers

Talk 'bout the money and then it just gets awkward

Talk 'bout the duppies and then it just gets awkward again (Yo)

[Verse 4: Tunde]

I've been buying crypto and pounds, that's investing

Buyin' great Cali and Cane, this ain't wrestling

Big dogs, stepped on the steppers when we stepped in

Get money out of houses and lofts, its interesting

I've been rollin' round with some farmers, but they ain't got shotties

Know some man that turned into nitties because they got bodies

Growin' like we're in the cartel, but we don't crop poppies

Clippin' off the noses of dog, call it chopped rotties

[Verse 5: Potter Payper]

For the judge and the jury, this is entertainment

You can't be lockin' up rappers for your entertainment

I paid tax three years, never missed a payment

I'm from the mud, somehow I'm sophisticated

Might fly to a gallery and grip a painting

Used to sleep on floors, I don't need persuading

Now mummy got a CC purse with suede in

But bitch, I'd rather be rich than famous

[Verse 6: Tunde]

'Cause bitch, I'd rather be rich than famous

Got stitched by the pigs and it hit the papers

Snitch boys in the ends, gotta ditch the haters

All rats must die with a suit from Slaters

Have you straight on the wing screamin' free the strikers

Mornin' soc' on the yard, burpees with lifers

Fifty pound for a bug head, you should see the prices

If you've never hit the block, then you ain't seen a crisis