Lyrics

[Verse] You don't know how my past been I spent years of my life on my arse skint Before I got that mad money in, ask Grim My lighty in Vale my gyal in Tulse is dark skin, bare slim sexy tings I take a threat with a pinch of salt and go pepper him They wanna hear the sound of these fake clowns spitting Imagine if I saw shh in A-Town slipping Forget a shank, you would've seen my Trey pound spinning We've come a long way from the playground grinning Some turned killers, I was breakdown singing You move like bitches, you should stay round women I was on my ting early, Rollie face pearly Birthed barе shottas, nobody didn't birth me Take you back to '06, I was getting work chеap Dirty cats smoking, that means they prefer grease I'm chilling with villains, a couple O.G.'s A lot of different women, they wanna blow me You're a known chief, I'm like "Oh please" I like my women petite, my money obese But that's how I'm tryna get it Designer fetish, straight cash I can't rely on credit I've never been a next man's younger Don't think I won't put a next man under Press gram pumper, used to be a kettle man That means I was a left-hand stunter Or should I say left wrist, bored of my old ting Might need a next chick and a X6 You're starving, anorexic After fasting I plan to get rich With or without, made it back and I'ma make it happen Off the crack, I'm spitting all the flake I'm trapping From Pimlico all the way to Clapham In Indigo tryna rake the cash in On Edgware Road eating shawarma Bunning down this grade, it helps to keep me calmer My akhi done a move and then he flew to Ghana What goes around comes around, I believe in karma We ain't riding round in major numbers And we ain't fucking with no pagan youngers You know I've got a couple Asian cousins They think they're on my level but I'm way above 'em If I told you what I made from hustling You would think I'm gassing, that's some bait discussions About my finance, years I supplied grams But fuck rap akh, I'm tryna buy land They gave an AIP to my right hand Hate to be a mic man, was never in my life plan I'll charge for a verse if you're hard or a nerd I'm proud to be Muslim, far from the church Praise Allah, make dua to the sound of the birds Big yard that's out in the burbs A boy robbed me and lived where? I'll light up your crib when your kids there Bruddas with big beards that keep a ting near I'll make a boy disappear into thin air I've been here and I've been there I go any hood, I ain't living in fear I'll never show you respect, you wifey'd down a stupid sket I was twenty, iced out in a Coupe S Links from Budapest, yeah I'm still moving press If it's in a warm place then that food will sweat Life's a test, still I've got a few regrets Gucci creps, I don't need to ask the streets "Who's the best?" New connects, move correct, I will put a yout in check Talking bare smack, you ain't tested out a shooter yet