Behind Barz Take 4

Lyrics

[Verse] Knee deep in these streets, hella years I've been about Wanna stop me, do it properly, then you gotta lick me down Any girl I wocked out, dropped out, pissed Cah my lifestyle different now, she the one that's missing out Put my auto into sports mode, it's missing now Can't chill, I'm going hard till I stack a million pound This money made my world change I forgot that girl's name, silly little birdbrain Pull up on my old block and I'm in something new Who the fuck are you? This fifth kicking like Buckaroo Your squad's full of weirdos Got my foreign, clock was on zero Godfather, no Robert De Niro Spent P's up in Harrods G, keys weren't Valerie's Fiends were my salary, dreams turned reality Where I'm from it's crazy but nothing's gonna phase me Out here from early, I'll blow thirty on an A.P Girls want my baby, she said she want my baby chill Now she feeling like she miss me, saying "Can you pay my bills?" Bitch I can buy your crib, slip I'ma fly your wig Risking my life for this, rich how I'm tryna live It was embarrassing when I never had a thing Now I ring Dan, "I need eight grand to grab a ring" Twenty on my wrist in the gym while I have a swim Still dripping, roof still missing like Madeleine Coupe or a drop whip? A man said I lost it I came back like work in the pot did, I've got this I need it ASAP, word to my pocket On job, one God, word to the Prophet Payback burned on my conscience And I ain't concerned with the nonsense I've seen grams turn into boxes Your family a load of cunts You can't even throw a punch, hating cause I'm blowing up Funny how shit change, I forgot that prick's name In Spain, big chains, wrist game insane V.S. diamonds, my whole team shining Been grinding, green light things, bro keep silent People know I'm out here for real I need a house on the hill where I don't hear no police sirens Alone in my thoughts, I get lost in 'em Thousand miles in four days, I've been on missions Been consistent, certified bread earner Any chick you see me with a guaranteed head turner You're fucking with a star, fifty-grand coupe when I switch the car Six bills a night when I hit the spa I'm sorry for the stress that I caused mum I was out here tryna stack me some more funds Sorry that I couldn't be the son that you wanted You found charse in my closet then you flushed all the profit On the block with the junkies, got lost in the game like Jumanji Now my kicks cost me a monkey Chill at the best spots in the country Hop out of drops in Givenchy, buying watches in Bromley Been through trials and tribulations Them snitches in the station still giving statements I'm rolling with Jamaicans, Africans, white boys And some on it Asians when I'm on the pavement