Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Pak-Man & Shaker] We're the realest Asians rapping in London and that's facts I'm just tryna double my money and stack racks Life that I'm living's expensive like black cabs From a place full of shotters and nutters like Mad Max They feel us in London, Nottingham and Bolton Rolling through Luton, cannabis smoking Man I've been frozen, extravagant clothing I ain't even boasting, my pockets been bulging These two rings on my fingers, I could buy your Golf I might fly out, chill on the Hawaiian coast We've got our people behind us, it's time we blow Up and down the UK headlining shows Running through the city like a marathon Hermes belt and my Stone Island jacket on Or it might be Cavalli or Moncler Ain't another jawn that can compare [Verse 2 - Pak-Man] I remember when I fell flat I had to grind my arse off just to bring myself back I weren't eating lobster then, just burgers from Al Haq Waiting on my sales akh Plus I'm coming from a place where these yutes don't want jobs They wanna buy guns and sell crack I could put my life in a film I ain't tryna spend my life in the field I'm tryna see all my bruddas get right from the Hill I couldn't hate on a man over a nice set of wheels Man are moving like bitches, I left grands around bitches And they never touch a pound, hold me down, so I dig 'em I beat mad women, keep racks spinning I'm about to go and can't relax, listen Back at the Italian, sea-bass fillet But my swagger all from Paris, watch these lads kill it I grew round the realest, I grew round some killers I've been around the world, I've flew out to villas I remember nights when I was down in the mud Then I sat down with the plug, look Gelato 41 got me higher than the clouds above Walking round, you can smell the loud on us Strolling through any city I want Team Shaker and Team Pak-Man, I'm on Pagans tried to put an end to my life but I'm still here Cause I've got the strength to survive Every city on the map, they're listening to man And I'm only spitting facts, my name ringing like a MAC Vision in my brain, mic up in my hand Can't spend a million with the gang, need ten million in the bank Till it's getting out of hand, back to reality I'm sticking to the plan, let me flip another gram [Verse 3 - Shaker] I make it look easy like one-two-three Bricks like the wise men, they're coming in threes Going blind like the three mice running through trees All I'm seeing is the blue like I'm wanted by the D's Bubbles in my ear, my cannabis green Twenty-four grams but my cannabis clean Got me taking weed naps, having tangerine dreams Sitting in the trap, just me and the old Queen Opened up packs like Ultimate Team Blowing loud stacks and we're blowing some steam Straight out the bank, got the crispiest cream They be like "Shak my brother, how you been?" I'm like "fall back motherfucker, where you been?" When I was face flat in the gutter with my team I just had the toast with the butter and the beans I can never really trust anyone, that's the thing They're showing fake love, they don't want you to win When they see you fly they try puncture your wings They don't wanna see you go from a bum to a king They don't wanna see you grind from the morn to the night They wanna see you shine but your jewellery bright Keep shitting on 'em My brother, keep shitting on 'em Dream chaser, #TeamShaker I'm tryna go further than the green laser Get busier, Nivea, cream maker They don't like me, bun them, cremator All this powder on my hands like a weightlifter Then I mix it in the bowl like it's cake mixture In the four I've got the raw like the beige Rizla Snap, snap, take a picture I ain't got no chill, had enough of running from Old Bill Looking for a runner like Ozil Big Shak, I need my money longer than O'Neal Talking bout this bread, brudda I need a whole mill Heading to the money, imma run these reds Middle finger in the air, screaming "fuck these feds" '012, I was struggling to dump three Z's Now the food moves faster than Chun-Li's legs And this constant counting, it's cold at the top like mountains My socks and my boxers Calvin Tryna mad monk, no Shaolin Flowering firearm long like Dhalsim