Lyrics

[Verse] I still hustle till the sun comes up I won't stop till my funds are up We move tonnes of drugs And these kids better bundle up It's gonna be a cold winter up in London cuz I can see the vision, if you can't then you're blind Yutes are fucking up the game cause they can't even grind And half of the time I'm laughing at guys Crying in their cell, them man are crying to pass all the time Me, I break down these Z's cause I'm hungry Half the mandem's in the ends, half thе mandem's up in country Fuck a Bentley or a Lеxus, two deep in the Ford cuz Niggas talk reckless, I'll hit 'em with the Taurus But I'm never snitching, not at all bruv I'ma keep grinding till they put me up in court bruv I'll keep riding till they put me in the morgue bruv We hit the roads and grind, flip O's of white, rap about it Squeeze triggers, real niggas in my flats, we're bout it I'm not tryna visit the judge But till I'm rich I'm out in the B, flipping the dubs Until I get my mum out the ends, cop her a Benz Joe Black's in the ends from like nine in the morning And fuck what you heard, I'm grinding and balling fam I still supply when you order fam I'm a stone's throw away from Highbury Corner fam Catch me on Essex Road if you wanna get a O Your P's ain't straight, I'll consign you a quarter fam I'm a rebel without a cause Piss me off, I'll turn into a devil without the horns And from the second I was born I been weathering a storm, I been out here We still do it, the food we still move it The kitties are still using, the yutes are still shooting I'm spitting that real music I'm the best in the game and I will prove it I'm destined to make moves kid No lies, it's straight truth kid I know where I'm going, I definitely ain't stupid