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[Verse 1]
Took it in, I've been in this 15, still here still
And from my area there's less than 15 that ya still feel
Some got deals, some had yutes, life got real
Some never had it, they panicked when things started gettin' static
Me, every year I drop bangers
And it's only last year that I got managed
Say you got 10 there and I still manage
Give me 24 hours I'll make that shit vanish
All I'm tryna do is put my yutes in a palace
550 on Vali's and getting on with a bhaddie
I'm done with that
You can have fun with that
You're on that table, you got points for that?
Last that I heard, your re-up was under that
And stop frontin' you waste, nothin's under that
[Verse 2]
You see what I did there don?
You're lookin' at a top-tier don
Man's gone clear, spent 12 bills on a Moncler
From where? East London when you compare
Compare, who's on there? Who's gone there?
Yeah ****, I'm on
Never gonna run outta wong
Might wuuj your gyal on her phone
I'm like T. Pain on a song
But I spend enough bread around and it's long
I've been surfin', the brotha's paddlin' along
I'm way too hot, you should be findin' a dun
[Verse 3]
Fling them a life jacket
Buyin' Off White jacket
Dem forget, off to wile out, while you there coppin' pics? I'm coppin' bits
Made 'em wanna hop out that, hop in this
I told man "drop out that, hop on this"
I'm iconic
Ay, piece under my bonnet
The odd LME’s, LV on my wallet
Hell-M-N-O-P chattin', stop it
What's that? Badman? Ah, stop it
I don't wanna hear none of that
Cah I don't fear none of that
Life gets real young blood
Man pay bills young blood
Don't stunt at you mum's, you're over 21
Ain’t bills in the BAPE if you’re rolling with your son
Anyway, life's sweet
I'm chillin' with a girl pon the beach
I just put 7 on my girl's feet
Bon appetit, let's make it last for a week
Chillin' with Deeks, was in a dance over east
What I made offa cheese, fuckin' hard to believe
Scrap that though
Them man have got flat-pack though
Backpack whoa
That's when I was a yute
Four in the R, fuck a two of the Q
Before I knew it man, I had to fuckin' pack out a boot
Big shot, big shot, pum-pumpa
At one point nose rings, ears under
Them times itty in a zippy jumper
Mochico jeans when the bottom's under
Book it if you got my number
[Verse 4]
Yeah, you dun know
You are not a trapper with your 1-0
You are not a gyallis with your 1-0
Five figure **** plus one, oh
Five figure **** plus one, oh
If I didn't spit on a rhythm, rather be unknown
Probably wouldn't even have an Insta'
Alla my gyallis know I'm a real, tss
Ay, you sad man wanna be famous
Pose for likes just to fuel the haters
And start plottin' with the blander flavors
Chanced up when I take man's status
Them man are tramps, wanna take man's trainers
You stay there but your outside faces
My dem gyaldem gonna set locations
Man I burn a boy for that Santan-statement
[Verse 5]
Yeah, ay
[Verse 6]
Tryna motivate the city like Nipsey
'Member when I first made 50
Hope the feds don't try nick me
I got like 10 up in the six-speed
Miss me with the bullshit, I've been clean
I got big dreams, I am me, man
I'm from east, probably with E, bag a P's by the Mc'D's
They lost belief, but I've been with the Lord
[Verse 7]
Got kids, so I keep me assured
First born is the first beneficiary
To be enough for the pair and the Pekingese
Send a text more time 'stead of ringin' me
Ay, house money and safe cash
I've been baggin' from way back
I've been spazzin' from take-backs
Your older brother probably take man
[Verse 8]
Yeah, got it all mapped out
Whole team racked out
As a yute, I had the newest Air Max' out
Since 17, had a cash cow
Main man, never in the background
Uh, never been ran down
Tell everybody that I'm the man now
I don't want your wifey, the little flash cow
[Verse 9]
I was on a quarter
Sprayin' Davidoff Cold Water
Last year I shoulda made a quarter
But anyway, the underwear’s like two quarters
He just bought a brick on two corners
So I threw a man another two corners
It's still here for the private callers
I'm still here tryna avoid the paupers
Next Patek, court orders
Doesn't really matter, boy's clean
But I'm in a scene full of tech, no marines
Aqua masters who ain't masters, shit
Fuck the sparklers when your bars is shit
Last 10 years I just buy and flip
Them boy there just love talkin' shit
Bunch'a actors all passin' scripts
[Verse 10]
Ay
Talk it, you better live that
Try me, I'll pay a brother on a ridgeback
Come through solo I'll push your wig back
Tracksuit, Airforce, do you dig that?
Talk it, live that
Try me, ridgeback
Solo, tracksuit
Airforce, dig that
Dig it, I come through bringin'
Phone keeps ringin', gyal keep clingin'
Like, you already got a boyfriend
And he's stressed out, hairline thinnin'
She told me that I'm sexy
She wants a compliment, but keep fishin'
I'm after accomplishments and big figures
Arrogance dies, confidence, I've been winnin'
Come from button bags and weed and cling
Show you how to, it's a piece of piss
Gyal wanna come around and beat the kid
I just wanna run around and feed the kids
More time I dumb it down, you seen the whips
Man play they're top flight, they're really mid
Man play they're big sharks, they're really squids
I don't really talk too much
Flip if you ask too much
Dead man, I got the carcass touch
I don't care where you're from
I never asked you cuz
She said the pussy was lit
That was a past truth cuz
If I hit, I don't miss
Target buss'
[Verse 11]
Them can't walk the walk there like me
I've been flyin' birdies
Switch the cycle on trees
I've been doin' earlies
Put the bands around G's
Before I was murky
Now I put a bag on my jeans
From all of the surgery
Fixed up, tracksuit's zipped up
Around gyal I love a little nip tuck
Said already, I ain't in the mix up
Liqour rare’s heavy with a mixer
[Verse 12]
No banter
Man needs to slow down for winter
I might all log out my Insta'
Guy ain't got no time for link up
[Verse 13]
Ay
I just want the bag, I just want the bag
Ay
Ya get me Char'?
Written by: Mercston