(Ahhh let's get ready to rumble) (Mubz Got Beats) (Caskie on the beat) Yah, Izzy and Camden Sure, I'm a little bit Cockney He ain't ever seen a hundred bags Boy, talk to me properly All pissed cah your girlfriend want me Actin' like this shit new, but I coulda made a visit in Onley Coulda had a chopper named 'Pumpy' It's pub talk nigga, I'm poppy We the only niggas doin' this in this Like a beg man, look at my pinkie? Can't even fit on my pinky All that bullshit better just miss me It's G-Unit And I'm 50 Can ask Roman, you can ask Whiskey From young I been doin' it risky What? You know 12 like 6p Uh, that's eighteen bitches, wait Let me do the maths quickly Quick maths, I'ma be there shortly Trap-smart, what G man taught me Think large, what a Ramz done taught me Decide fast, what Frank done taught me Big bars, what Preston done taught me What SP taught me Done it all when they saw me Now I let my actions do the talk for me My lifer friends, they still call me Can't compare, the man corny Don't gon' die tryna do it for the viewers or clout Cah it won't be worth the try And I know that I'm a wanted guy Keep a barrel that spins like the London eye I don't know who's who I'm tryna keep my eyes open like a yute that's tired I got my bally on, they still know it's me My head's too big, there ain't no good disguise Them man there ain't on, they just look the part Me, I treat the G19 like in all my cars, push to start Close-range chung, get whooshed from fa Pull up and watch everybody push that dot Get both love and hate in man's city They really tryna do me like Gundogan I still slow drive through the opp block Like I'm tryna look for a spot to park Judge really gave Kash 8 for smokin' a bit of the buut That was a bit too harsh Believe every day we step, one smoke in the ride Gotta bring two arms That's 4 man in the ride, two dargs Real Thug's Life like Tupac (Slay Product) Really rap what I live They see the truth It's me that's writing it Woulda thought that I dropped or sprained it The way I put ice on it Back then I woulda slapped his head But now I'm too grown Put a price on it Lid off the pot, scrap that rock There ain't no rice in it They think what for? Cah it's waps galore And you know that we're nice with it And if she's pretty with swag and keeps it trill I might be nice with it Bags or shoes, I'll put you in a brand-new coupe Now why am I lying? Rather spend it on waps Put it on the block and show them it's fryin' Cah I'm done with them youths, they're wooden I mean, I'm done with them youths, they cudden Cah I really get busy Four in the door in a neutral bullet Two hands born to trizzy Them man don't get the road ting fully They're just lyin' and lyin' Gotta stay away from Harrods Any time I go I'm just buyin' and buyin' Gotta stay away from hammers Any for sale, I'll buy it, I'll buy it All of that talk, they don't know about violence Six in the spin, I'll slide and fry 'em I ain't never done typin' I was joogin' from the start I'm turnin' joogin' to an art You think a nigga turn his phone off? I was joogin' in the dark Wait, little nigga with a game-plan I turned my trackie into name-brand I was tellin' bitches, "I'm a changed man" Was cookin', shootin' with the same hand Fuck, bitches get bread first But when I fuck, bitches get head first Trap talk for a while now You never hear me spit a dead verse You never hear me tell a lie once They're gonna phone me back if they try once Couple workers got wrapped up Had to fall back for nine months Then it's straight back to joog-mode Never talk, that's the hood code I'm your famous trapper trapper Nothin' like a rapper Trust me, man the hood knows Made a killing off of buj O's In their veins where that buj goes Bags and boxes that's my legacy If you didn't then you should know Bags and boxes that's my legacy If you didn't then you should know Let's get 'em again, Headie Yo, have you ever put all your bread into grass? I really put my whole life on the phone How can I be scared to be alone It was minus degrees up north on my own Have you ever had a blue tick on Insta' Still got a neena, now it needs a whistler I'll still cop a smoke smoke, that's even though I'm more of a drinker Back where they use the dots that I linger Or just pull up in the darks and linger Really tryna leave man injured Do another S and let it finish like Lingard Ever been stuck in the wing with the niggas? Buss caser and now you're screaming "Free all the niggas" I was splittin' canteen with the niggas Now I just gotta send p's to the niggas Have you ever had nothin' but eight-ball to eat for your dinner? Spent your whole Summer in the T with the keys Then caught 5 in the reef for my dinner Step with the spinners, I ain't tryna be the one that bleeds in the winter My old friends turned fishy, now I gotta keep to my distance 2 racks is deep in the T-house And I got shmurda plendin' If they kick this door in, I'ma have to serve a sentence Saw them in a bando rushin', tryna get in, them aren't no stress Me I spent all night deletin' texts and askin' bro what's left Never done loads online 'cause they know full well we step How much times did we go and just make a mess, just laugh off back to the ends? Keep one on the way back, anyone we see, let it burn from the ride And free bro cah he done it, Deliveroo with a burger on a bike And he heard that they were comin' Bare live drumbings Saw me one and spun it, I know why everyone's runnin' Gotta keep it cool, I can feel the maddest of obbo Left up 'cause the trap sold out, I might go Harrods tomorrow I don't even try it, just buy it Throw me a pack and I'll fly it And of course the guys still ridin' Surprised the bros ain't tired And some **** them girls still out here Surprised them hoes ain't ***** Been talkin' bricks for ages I'm surprised these foreigns ain't wired My lifestyle's BxB, that's breakin' bricks How you think I'm takin' trips? Beverly Hills for the latest drip Gotta look lit Cah I know they're watching, takin' pics I don't give a shit, I'm in AOD with a Haitian chick I think she knows that my bands are long And she wan' fuck me playin' my song Said I'm gonna take her shopping, she knows I'm lying, but she's playin' along Told my young boy, "Fam, you got one more chance" He's under pressure, rushin' the packs and weighin' it wrong I don't give a fuck about streams, trap full fam, it's full up with feens Used to be all a dream, now I got 20 racks in my jeans I'm in the gun range lettin' off steam Wait, slappin' that, no, now I'm goin' back to Cali I told trap I'll bring the Bali Foreign ones upon the baddie Afterparty in the valley Twelve summers in a row You can go and check the tally Bad bitch up in the Range And all she wants is Xannies Yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, I'm feelin' loose right now Think I might have just told them the truth right now Cah I got a babes and my babes real buff But it's only matter of time 'til my boo finds out Look at my life, what will you find out? Spend a half of the beige on these shoes, man doubt Still I got it rough Fuckin' with the plug but he ain't givin' man enough Put in this fuckboy call-oot, then he gave a man too much, yeah But that's a trap dollar so you get trapped in it Huh, why you think I'm tryna rap with it? For my niggas on the wing, you couldn't send a man nothing I put the food up in the cling and then I'm wrappin' it Got 50 fuckin' scores, that's a rack innit? Put the Henney in the blue and then I'm back in it Huh, call out I'm tryna, yah, fire in the booth Said fire in the booth (The amount of money I'm about to be making would hurt your parents' feelings) (Remember the class where I taught you all how to make it rain?) Yeah (That's what I'ma be doing every single night) KO, K, yeah Came off of them dope sales Smashed pots and I broke scales I don't listen to them other rappers Their struggle raps and their broke tales All I talk is that bank roll Pure white and that dank cro Drop my brother a half a square And he call me back and said "Thanks bro" Get the money fast, sip the champs slow 'Cause I'm Rocky Balboa, a champ flow Fuck around, I don't fuck around You get a tracksuit full of shank holes Niggas rappin' for the sake of it They wanna tape, I tell 'em wait a bit They say I'm lazy but the game's crazy I don't know what to make of it Go studio, I break a brick I don't know nigga, take a pic You phone my phone, I have 3 batches You choose nigga, take your pic And niggas rappin' 'bout bandos And you just live with your nan, bro Calm down before niggas run up in there with mashers and rambos I ain't gotta talk becah man knows Violations, no standoffs I ain't gotta talk becah man knows Violations, no standoffs Yeah I don't run off on plugs 'cause my street clout's excellent I used to come in a bando two pyrex's Window for the exit Put the *********** all night I slapped 50 bucks on a 'lectric I can fly it home for a monkey Or like 15 hun if I stretch it All the nigga knows it's tetris Start the kitchen cah it get's hectic Stir up the Este's cah it get's hectic That's me your bros tryna press it Whole one came in ductape But the razors let us undress it Hammer and chiz for the tough one With the wipes, our car gets messy Young nigga paid off both That's music sales and **** Heard something got toes for the toast Me and bro are the toast Come up town like every week Scratching my head in Givenchy thinkin' that I got every tee And man can't tell you about ours, I know by the dots in every suite That's Burgundy white and black And green Bitch tryna ****** By the time that this match got called off The score's like 15 nil No Warnock, man ain't gotta check that scoreboard Jump up gang, don't get yourself cornered Clay gotta hold this Borough Still gonna kick man's door off, I ain't gotta swing this sawn-off Bro still jumps out **********, no he ain't no chauffeur These feds tryna find where the smoke, it's gettin' closer And they got me in a interview room with the heavy asphalt Now they want me in the can like cola They want me spazzin' my mates Two hands on the skeng like a PS controller Yeah, yeah All I needed was a hammer In the middle of the summer Federali took my niggas out the manor All my niggas riding banger All my niggas know is pain, me I do the gain, I turn it to a banger It's gonna take me to the gaffer They'll introduce me to Rihanna All that shoulda, coulda, woulda If I coulda-coulda then I woulda had her Another nigga on the hitlist I got issues, she can fix it Would you risk it for a biscuit? Them boy ain't even got a biscuit The game is mine if I predict it The ends was broke, I come to fix it But they won't tell you 'bout the shit bit Like how I started with a lil' bit I turned that lil' bit to a big bit Them man can't tell me 'bout the trizzy Like uber alles to the city And at the shop my niggas spitty Like the plug ain't tryna throw man 50 The end was poppin', turned to history But **** look at, they get busy Yesterday we got the picky ******** if you miss me (Ah, fuckin' 'ell mate)