2020 Vision Freestyle

I know heaven's got a ghetto for the G's like us

Just a clean-heart brother, we let the .35 buss

From knee-high, trappin' in my Levi's, bruh

Till I got my money tall like fee-fi-fum

Drop a brick like Daniel's son

It's in your heart if you stand or run

You can't gamble some

When you bang your gun

It stays with you like days when your dad used to slap your mum

Before I snitch I'd cut out my tongue

Not on my worst enemy

On God, I swear that shit can't run

I've got the streets all in my blood

For what it's worth, I got spirits all in my cup

I'm gettin' burst, my heart, my soul, my pain

In every verse masher works, you don't want no citro'

But I go schizo' and shoot up the disco

And stick up the distro'

All in a day's work

Still Hennessy and my spliff rolled

I'm gettin' the bag, I ain't sweatin' a slag

I get dirty for sixteen, it goes for twenty a slab

And I don't know Garfield, but I know Terry the Cat

And if you give him six white, he'll rent you the flat

Feds'll tell you anything just to get you to rat

Moncler with the fur, and the red and the black

Money make your old bitches start beggin' you back

I need a house on the hill, somethin' semi-detached

Cah livin' how I'm livin', I can never relax

Got fish in the bowl and the recipe's crack

And this fish talk to me like 'American Dad'

And my dirty's a ten, leave your head in your lap

Chuck's definitely tapped, don't make him press on the map

And air it out

Chuck's definitely tapped, don't make him press on the map

And air it out

Moncler with the fur, and my diamonds lookin' brrr

I'm rappin' and I'm trappin', I don't know what I prefer

All them years on the spur seem to merge into a blur

Probably why I drink it from the bottle, then I slur

Full throttle when I skrrr

How they pay for my return

I need my money, Mr. Burns

Call me Monty

Cooler than the Fonzie

Boolin' in the bando with a blondie

Paigons say they're on who?

Paigons ain't on me

Cah I got that twenty-two inch, a killer zombie

Never been pompy

Gotta trap, unsee

Beamer at the trap like Grand Prix

Bosses in the room when we convene

Schemin' on bennys, kitchen open real late like I'm eatin' at Eggies

I have my young G's posted at cribs rockin' ballys and semis

They ain't doin' no leggies

They just wanna do it like Kevin and Perry

I spent a mad year sleepin' at Debbie's

Kippin' on settees

Spent mad years readin' on basic like fuck a telly

And now I take a bitch to the telly

And she ain't basic

Now I need a crib for my nanny

And one adjacent

I got it out the mud, out the gutter

Out the basement

Somethin' Alexander McQueen on ocassion

Six on my kicks, LV's when I lace 'em

Barkin' like Alsatian, strikers in formation

Bro hit a lick, twenty bricks off the Albanians

So I'm Jon Snow with a bird, I mean ravens

Shit, I said I'm Jon Snow with the birds, I mean ravens

I know heaven's got a ghetto for the G's like us

Just some clean-heart brothers, we let the .35 buss

From knee-high, trappin' in my Levi's, bruh

Till I got my money tall like fee-fi-fum

Yo, my babygirl told me I'm a deep thinker

See, I got so much on my mind but I can't speak with her

How could I tell her that my friends just scheme, you know

And more time I'm in the kitchen like Delia

They said, "P, back then you was greazier"

Cah back then I found the jail more easier

I was broke, now I step out like Sim Simma

Black gun, black Bimmer

Fat white hitter

I need twenty keys like the gym bar

And that ammonia smell it just linger

Ridin' to some old-school timber

Flyin' through Becky then I cut past Windsor

I'm in the Crown Court like Judge Rinder

Gyaldem sugar, you won't catch me on Tinder

Catch me in the trap and my fräulein syringe ya

Longtime P, been a double-wrap clinger