What's your life like? I'll tell you lil' suttin' 'bout mine I saw park and reverse till I stuck it in drive I saw worst of the worst 'till I stuck to the grind How much times I go broke and I was stuck all the time Thin line between a hooptie and foreign with a four pipe Lil' mama a cutie, calls won't ignore mine This shit been so real, now I got no chill I gave a 100 to my plug, now I get no bill I'm in Louis V's, champagne, entrances And I got business meetings that I gotta pencil in And I got problems outside that I ain't mentionin' 'Cause I ain't ever felt cool or saw the sense of it OGs and killers lose themselves on the net Gotta scratch my head, should've kept your respect I just blame the friends and surroundings Sit there 'lowin' it Enough with this clout ting, this game's gettin' crowded They don't even do it for the bag, man it's strange E-class nippy, there's a drag to the Range I'm the kid that put that whole pack on the stage And went and done a show and bought a fandom onstage Really though, I bought that whole fandom onstage You gettin' what I'm sayin', lucky I ain't catch a case Now it's a different deal, head high up in the hills Where the plugs' talkin' mils, they got different Richard Milles High up, but they can't bring me right down With a brick, I can tell you figures right now My niggas really made a couple milli last round So I fully understand what all the hype's about I'm with a model and she's tellin' me she's lovin' my vibe But her boyfriend's gonna kill her if he sees us outside And if I say I am then I'm really outside In the hood, uptown, T house or Dubai Drive the lamb with the gears, 2 CC on the pedal Left wrist that's a kettle, 20 pence on a bezel And if I'm gonna stunt then it's gotta be levels But I seem them niggas tryin', to be honest, it's terrible See you niggas speakin', we really can't penny you Soon put a shell in you, leavin' it terrible I leave them other niggas doin' shit I would never do And you ain't gotta answer for the truth, I'm tellin' you Drop kick this brick of buj in these Dior B-22s Ex said that I'm toxic, I told her "It can't be me, it's you" I call for the re-up and fill that boot Wap's mine went 3 up the re-up, thats proof Clip in half moon, no wakin' a fit in the coupe 4x4 can't fit in the bay, might take up two The neighbours think I'm rude I'm on live with my side but my main wanna link me too Told little man "Just break it down in 2s And make sure you lock that door" Four ice cubes when I locked that fours How you gonna top Dior? (How?) Big spill and I'm gangster still 40 mill know when I grab the wheel 35K on a pack, it's sealed Came in and made trappin' look real Came and you made cappin' look cool Say that you trap, but you ask for a whole one price and make it awks Porsche with the 4, it's sauce Won't say in the store, it's sauce Hit it with the 4s, that's sauce Shoot and score, that's sports Get my young in the torch, now he's lightin' all them blocks with corn Double out door, now she wanna stick to the morn Fuck, that shit was cold, how can a man say it's hot? Find out what estate he's on, ride up and blaze his top Awkward clip in the mop, park in a disabled spot Walkin' mummies my Jordan's off It's mad that I still got my trainers on Gotta be safe not sorry, sorry, did a reload in a lorry Click, collect and add to the trolley Three Gillettes when I go through Bobby Whole pie just came in tape Left him, with my bad one from Tate Nothin', she just wanna do me today Tay K, I'm doin' a race Plugs from Manny, told him "wrap that dark and white, Malone and Aitch" 'Course I carry, dirty Harry Four-door truck, stolen plates We came, hear two bang out the end then one like Jay Rotate, I'm hearin' the news next day like "what a shame" (What a shame)