Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Shaker] Food Waitrose but the price ASDA Balls of the light like my light plasma Whip, whip, water moving like Niagara Turn soft into hard like Viagra I used to be a knife strangler I am a big .45 handler My manor, used to ride five man up And I beg man "don't hit no bystander" Look him in the face when you light man up Bang bang, zap zap like a fly catcher Booked me a flight on Skyscanner Feds tryna find man on a flight tracker It ain't all hunky dory My life's really been guts and glory Feds hate me but the plugs adore me I can tell you an East London story [Hook - Pak-Man] I can tell you about the pain and the struggle From a young age I was troubled Walking through the rain and the puddles Stuck in the game, how we hustle Can't tell you about the caine that we juggle Look at all the paper we double Keep £100K in the duffle Keep £100K in the duffle [Verse 2 - Pak-Man] Keep a duffle bag for a rainy day All my stones hitting like an 808 Rolling through Tooting with my top down I think I've got more money than the mayor mate Man wan' be me, gyal wan' see me Bad like RiRi, bag from CC Look at what I've blown on VV's Bro tryna get his birds home like E.T Remember when I only could afford a Ford? Now I can grab a Porsche, buy a gaff abroad Why would I front for? Ask the plug, can he front more? Want war? My hitters at your front door Everything Tom Ford, fly like the Concorde Members only, real ones on board Hate me cause I fucked your shawty? I could tell you a South London story [Hook - Pak-Man] I can tell you about the pain and the struggle From a young age I was troubled Walking through the rain and the puddles Stuck in the game, how we hustle Can't tell you about the caine that we juggle Look at all the paper we double Keep £100K in the duffle Keep £100K in the duffle [Verse 3 - Deep Green] I'm a chef G, listening to Sheff G I was running for the bus, now I'm in a X3 Still stacking up racks through coronavirus Paid for my last re-up with a load of fivers Diamonds on my wrist, diamonds on my neck I've got the AP buss, packed with the Patek They ain't tryna see me chauffeured in a Rolls Royce More like George Floyd, what I've got standing on my neck You ever made ten twice in a week? Whip's got hella talk, call it Lightning McQueen Have you ever spent your nights with a fiend? Trap yard stinks so I've gotta light up my weed Right now the brick's more than forty So I've gotta make it flip like a roly poly Cats say the food's okey dokey I can tell you a South Yorkshire story [Hook - Pak-Man] I can tell you about the pain and the struggle From a young age I was troubled Walking through the rain and the puddles Stuck in the game, how we hustle Can't tell you about the caine that we juggle Look at all the paper we double Keep £100K in the duffle Keep £100K in the duffle