Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Pak-Man & Shaker] Sitting down thinking about a master plan Tryna see half a tick, it started with half a gram Started on a pushbike, now I give Versace grands Started broke, now I'm on this cake like marzipan Big budget, wrist flooded like the Titanic My Rolex Swiss made but my nine Spanish Whip German, foot down then I might crash it I don't do black magic, I've got white magic Bad habits, keep a pump like I'm asthmatic Watching money pile up like mad traffic Fly a pack rapid, hood full of crack addicts Mathematics, bag on my trap jacket Asian dons in Saint Laurent, my paper long You're taking from the same ones you're hating on I hit rock bottom, now I can't stop shopping Got me stepping on squares like I'm hopscotching [Verse 2 - Pak-Man] Mob bosses, like eighty on my wrist, that's a hot topic I pop Criss, I don't pop watches I cop cribs and I cop drop whips I cop (shh), make someone on the block lock it Been doing this for donkey's Ten grand on Bond Street, top floor, en suite Remember I was broke, I was renting out a room then I turned a two and a Q into a QM First came the coupe Benz Second and the third, both the roofs went Half a mill later, what have you spent? I ain't gotta try akhi, fly in a Nike tracky Gave the ends dubs just like Dappy So fuck a dead offer cause my bread's proper Red leathers, red notes and red lobster Fuck the red eye, I'll get a red Ferrari All my red bottoms cost a Z of Charlie My nuts hang, balls are enormous Diamonds look like they're the flawless, hood I grew in the poorest Just put flu in the purest in some Christian Dior kicks Don't worry about my ting, I can fuck your bitch All these old bitches, been airing them Fish scale in the water like the aquarium If that Presi under twenty I won't wear it then Not ready for these jezzys, we don't care for them [Verse 3 - Shaker] High flyers, my youngers are some live wires Big shank, mask on like Mike Myers Yeah my body's still young but my mind's tired I just make sure my rent's paid and my nine fires Gotta stay around mine cause they might try us Keep trying cause they say God likes tryers Man dying cause they're sliding like Bull tyres I don't really trust man cah they're all liars I ain't never had a nine-to-five I just clear packs in my Air Max 95's Whipping and wrapping like Yiannimize Free all the guys in the cage like five-a-side When you come home just acclimatise A quiet life is a happy one A life on the edge is a scatty one Thirty-six Z's of the snappy one Busy everyday, that's why I'm looking so slim Did more kilos in the trap than I did in the gym Throwing up bricks like I'm hitting the rim Now I've gotta be careful what I throw in the bin That's a whole lot of paraphernalia A whole lot of problems arise when you're stacking this paper Phone 'flight mode' when I'm bagging this weight up Thirty minute time-outs, snapping this wafer Back in the day I just wanted to drive a Range So I hit white balls like I'm at the driving range Never giving up man, my drive insane Whizzing through the reds G, I drive deranged Louis V shades cause I like the frames £500 just to hide the pain Time flying by like flying planes Live for a purpose, don't die in vain Hella diverse, been high and low Mummy knows the only thing on my mind is dough Got my mind on racks like drying clothes I've got unidentified's flying O's I've got Alien O.G. in the ashtray I've got shooters like Kylian Mbappe Whip yayo like eggs in the mayo And the crack made a better comeback than Donae'o