Same old PP, I can't lie I'm a public figure, pussy, I can't hide I was broke at first, I used to sofa surf Now you ain't kipping on the sofa if you stay 'round mine Killers is essential and I stay 'round mine Mash'll halt your words cah you know London's burning I told you it's all gifts and curses My girl always says I think I'm Mr. Perfect They try remix the story and skip the worst bit Nanny used to write me letters, locked up, not learnin' I said I'd change, so I know that words are worthless Now I give my sisters expensive purses True, I write expensive verses Next minute, I be in the trench with burners True, the East of the city's kinda flush with murders Kinda flush with murders I see man not be about his word I've seen paigons, they're mounting kerbs But the gyal say I'm humble and down-to-earth Rap game's full of clowns and nerds And they don't love you, you gotta trust me, I know it sounds absurd I used to dream of an ounce of crack Nine people in a three-bed council flat They sent me counseling, but a counselor couldn't counsel man I'm a white-trash jailcat, how they gonna counsel man? I stepped in with a ounce on man I should call this 'Three Nights in Amsterdam' Cah we just sold out tickets like we was in the White Horse pub and I was going hand-to-hand That was back when I used to sell dark And I had a white couple like Spencer and Heidi I was gripping on a Wesson like Haile She was bad, but all this money made her feisty Fuck a OT spot, Spotify me I'm pissed I never took my nanny to the Ivy When you dead I bet they speak about you highly Do the re-up and my kitty used to drive me Same old PP, I can't change Not for love or money, I'm stuck in my ways I ain't rocking with no snitches, guess I show my age And I ain't scared of you pussies, always show my face All the comments and the hating never slow my pace I just play my cards, smile, and hold my ace They can't put me on a diet, man, I'll throw my plate 'Cause I ain't one to get told I ain't Great I Am! I'm so sick of all this pain, I am Fuck all them govs that used to bend my wrist Now I walk inside a building and they shake my hand I'm tryna buy a couple houses, get some keys for real Shit, you know my plan Guns and butter, bricks and mortar 'Member when I used to have to tick a quarter They get you bits to order Going crazy down the block 'cause I got ghosted on a visit and I miss my daughter I ain't coming home to hit the corner Cah I ain't coming back to this, I'd rather skip the border It ain't never too late to get your shit in order Real life Same old PP, I can't cry Reese died, Nanny died and my tears run dry That's a whole lotta things I hold inside And I ain't cold inside, but shit's different when you grow inside I could tell you couple stories probably blow your mind I could jump out this hoopty, try blow your mind You can't play both sides cah this is do or die You ever looked down a barrel, boy? That's fight or flight I don't know about your issues, but mine's on sight That's every day, guns and knives London city, I done seen you take a hundred lives He was young and bright Same story if you look worldwide I just smoke worldwide Put my family first They know I'm one of a kind Same story if you look worldwide I put my family first They know I'm one of a kind