I bought expensive drinksFor my niggas in the grave, for my niggas in prisonTry to make more money to buy more foodFor my niggas in the kitchenSo if you ain't talk about paperSorry G I dont wanna listenMatter of fact, I dont wanna see you pussy-holesIn my periferal visionI would never stick my dick in the stereoBut I'm screaming fuck the systemI turn Tom Cruise on niggasWhen they told me it was an impossible missionWe used to be closeNow we're totally distantJust to recognize when he was realBut now my man looks totally differentOnly with my brothers to hang aroundWith me so I put JME on my neckThe last guy who try to take my chainGot no respectWe can all start pumpin ironJust know I'mma do loads more repsStrong like Conan the BarbarianNiggas can't walk in my crepsThought a hundred grand would solve my problemsBut I got loads more stressThe only thing thats changedNow is I get loads more sexShe said when I made it rainI make the flower I get wetI said when you looking at SkeptaYou looking at sexy in the fleshIm thinking last night was crazyIm living my dream, dont wake mePass me the coke and JDThe Mandem just shut down JamieRoll to the club, with a hole in the bus WavyKonan's chatting to AmySkepta's neck, JamieJust got Doe from the B AToday, Max's B DayGonna put last night into replayLets raise a toast for the DJAll right enough thinkingLet me get back to the track, listenSince Otis the world been listeningJackpot, like I burgled the kitchenLet me slow it down niggaI love the way that Cath lickI need a vicarShe makes me buss an ill nutI call her CamillaI got my wood, in her handI call it a splinterLet me tell you, bout the last Pagan that clowned aboutWas about two o'clock or round aboutWhen I caught him at the round aboutI let three more go round aboutNow he's got more exits than a roundaboutIm going in, but its earlyYou can get thrown in the vanFor a PersieLook around here you gotta Play DirtyCus even Fat boys, dont show MercyYou sure you want something in your jerseyHands on the 8 I dare somebody verse meWith Kirsty, shes from BurnleyI told her to get her jugs out, I'm thirstyTrynna live my dream, so I sleep lessThinking, FUCK THE WORLD, cus im trynna cheat deathLightys wanna suck me, but I only want the Queen's headCounting this grands, screaming fuck the G JetKons, now they saying im troubleGot bruvas in track turning rocks into rubbleGet Caught in armsBut its nothing like a cuddlePussys talk S, till I make then see double
