Lyrics

[Verse] What do I do when my stomach is empty And I got dreams of pulling up in a Bentley? And my head ain't right, I jump on my pedal bike Cop a eight-ball of each Tell the fiend "I got some nice B and the peng is white" What do I do? I hit the streets and go hard No chilling in the flats, I link the fiends and go yard Tryna stack every penny, believe me, I know where I'm going Connect hitting me with peng, I got the line blowing What do I do when I'm starting to get bait? When it's obvious to see that I'm starting to get cake And I'm still on my pedal bikе trying to be discreet But the feds start clocking I'm grinding out on thеse streets And my mum finds my wraps and a couple grand in my closet I get nicked, skip bail, now I got a warrant What do I do when I'm living in hotels? Then I get myself nicked in the hood and I go jail What do I do when they put me on the wing again? Strip search my arse, put me on the wing again Get the parcel in, make the younger throw it over I go hard, two bills for a Motorola Get some nice Bobby, one-er's for a gram Halal food, no pork or ham What do I do when the screws spin my cell again And find my food hidden in my bed again? What if they find the TEC again? And now they moved me to block I only got a couple zoots in the pot I just get high cause the ash gets me lean mate I just ride my bird and wait for my release date What do I do when they reject my tag? And my chick starts acting up, I just forget the slag And when that day finally comes and I ride through the gate I want a one-way trip back to Highbury estate What do I do when the streets want some shit they can cruise to? I hit the studio and gave them business as usual These other rappers came with nursery rhymes I gave 'em Pedal Bike Diaries and Certified And now they know it's going down in the flats I'm like Tension, why this is how I relax And the critics say "He talks too much about flipping B" Love me or hate me, I'm like Blicky, this is me N1's mine, I'm on the N1 grind I'm Islington from N1 to N19 N4, N5, N7 stand up Whether it's crime or nine-to-five, get your grams up What do I do when I keep bringing the gutter sound And the streets label me 'king of the underground'? I tell you what I'll do, I'ma do me If the record's two mill, I'll just try and move three