FIFA STREET

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Black Josh] Uh, ya boy is back I've been the kid and still a spoilt brat I talk shmack on audio and serve it foil wrapped Taking over Man City, minus oil cash A bit on edge I might destroy the gaff, this gargoyle's mad Home wrecker, this girl wants to join the gang Joint in hand, she got that work, no employment plan Lower classy, trashy neighbours, it's the royals fam Started from the bottom underground, I turned a coin to grands [Chorus: Black Josh] I start my day and roll my weed, then end it straight away By going back to sleep until I'm late to where I need to be You'd be lucky if I show up 'cause my presence in the present is a present, now present my dough, give me the p I put the work in while you're working out a plan, to put the work Had the work inside a wrap like its a piece of meat I don't care about the law, or even politics, 'cause I just want my crystal ball and roll like this is FIFA Street [Verse 2: Black Josh] I'm a nappy-headed, Makavelli, eyes on me like Makavelli Had to learn to bag and sell it, always been the blacker berry Hungry, what a fatter belly, munching on a Maccies' brekkie Surprised I ain't fat already, red eye'd looking at the telly Ain't nothing new on the news, and I knew it From young, watching cartoons and I still do it While drawing on a big fat ember of the doobie Isolated on my own with iceolator and a movie Grey clouds, so I cold sag in doors with my GORE-TEX, while it rains out Bored, no weed at me mates house I just got a ben but gave him 8 pounds I needed two quid for a single and a Raw pack Shouts to my brother though, he already bought that Smoked out, can't be assed to even talk back But when I'm sober I still ignore man Say nothing got my middle finger up I'd rather have, than feel, like a million bucks And I got enough rhymes to fill a million books I feel alive, when I'm killing stuff [Chorus: Black Josh] I start my day and roll my weed, then end it straight away By going back to sleep until I'm late to where I need to be You'd be lucky if I show up 'cause my presence in the present is a present, now present my dough, give me the p I put the work in while you're working out a plan, to put the work Had the work inside a wrap like its a piece of meat I don't care about the law, or even politics, 'cause I just want my crystal ball and roll like this is FIFA Street [Verse 2: Yibby] To kick off we kick on till the night gone We five deep my team tired Stay tight, this nice touch like it might've seen a juggle Had him scratching heads, see that puddle nigga, hat trick too slick I never fumble, a dime a dozen, a dozen points, a dozen pints I'm seeing double Seen a shorty but she trouble so couldn't keep no covenant No promise on my creed like it's my government I'm late up shit creek tryna see the watch fluttering Make covers, make 'em cover it, got it covered Get currency, get currency [Chorus: Black Josh] I start my day and roll my weed, then end it straight away By going back to sleep until I'm late to where I need to be You'd be lucky if I show up 'cause my presence in the present is a present, now present my dough, give me the p I put the work in while you're working out a plan, to put the work Had the work inside a wrap like its a piece of meat I don't care about the law, or even politics, 'cause I just want my crystal ball and roll like this is FIFA Street