[Chorus: Skepta]
What goes around comes around this shit keeps spinning
Everyday I praise the lord but I'm still sinning
Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whipping
Ain't nobody nobody fucking with my kitchen
What goes around comes around this shit keeps spinning
Everyday I praise the lord but I'm still sinning
Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whipping
Ain't nobody nobody fucking with my kitchen
[Verse 1: Skepta]
I had big waps hurt my wrist from the kick back
Click clack pull up on them in the pitch black
Switching sides now a nigga wanna switch back
Said I ain't a pussy I was talking big facts
Niggas wanna talk niggas wanna chit chat
On your block with four sticks like a fucking Kit Kat
Dressed in all black fresher than a fucking Tic Tac
Started from a 8 ball man I had to flip that
It's big smoke
I'm a lion in the jungle need a lioness
I don't like your attitude but I like the dress
Lights out, wild sex, on the private jet
Huh, forty thousand feet man I'm highly blessed
Touch down I'm in stu' with the killy's
YA on the mud boy sippy sippy
Talking psychedelics then you know I keep it with me
Man I love the psilocybin yeah a nigga keep it trippy
[Verse 2: Chip]
Chippy
I got kicked outta school
Caught with a kitchen tool
Daddy looked me in my eyes he said son this isn't you
Having dreams of shotting raps
Big cousin shotting crack
I said dad I wanna rap ca' I want things that shotters have
Like a Avirex and lighties on sex
Little Chippy with the olders from the ends
Probably why I saw a key before a tens
Traumatic stress when I reflect I hold meds
Toronto with my G on tour we praise the lord
College in meridian but I knew Skep' before
Pussy all my nigga's winning you can check the score
Match of the day, racks on the chain, cutting a cheque for sure
They say black don't crack never been no coward darg
Black and proud no bounty chippy got lion bars
Rap or shot a packet tryna get a Schott jacket
What you think tea and crumpets in my manor
Shots banging
[Verse 3: Young Adz]
Gucci slides he a newbie in the gang
You see him ride
Jesus Christ stab him in his palm like he crucified
He ain't hit a movie with me
Yet he don't know how I ride
My shooter cross his arms and he got a cross eye
Diamorphine
Said the works there
Try more fiends
Outside the rehab 'til I find more fiends
I'm the reason why she got a plastic nose
I got heroine and coke for the stove
Got a bitch from Cardiff she just told me roll
R.I.P. to all the fiends that overdosed
Tell the kids don't follow my footsteps on the road
Niggas said he got plaques we got plaques we got waps
You ain't got no waps though
I'm the reason why she got a plastic nose
I got heroine I got coke for the stove
[Chorus: Skepta]
What goes around comes around this shit keeps spinning
Everyday I praise the lord but I'm still sinning
Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whipping
Ain't nobody nobody fucking with my kitchen
What goes around comes around this shit keeps spinning
Everyday I praise the lord but I'm still sinning
Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whipping
Ain't nobody nobody fucking with my kitchen
