Midnight in Balans

How ever do you want me?

How ever do you need me?

How ever do you want me?

How ever do you need me?

How ever do you want me?

Look

Look, it's my writing on the-

Late-night dinners in the West End with best friends, talking investments

Midnight in Balans

Hatching plans for my nest egg

Next ten years you'll see who has what where was smart

Who has and who hasn't

Who had and then haven't

Splash it all for the drip is silly and sounds backwards

If I splash for the drip, could be covered in gallons

But the five-grand coat don't keep you fed when you're famished

Or when a pandemic's gripping the planet, can you manage?

In times of uncertainty, emergencies, do you have it?

Or was you too busy not planning and Hakkasaning?

Too many too busy TikTok'ing, doing a challenge

These are the type of conversations I am having, being candid

Can't engage if they are vapid

Keep it rapid if the chat is not to flourish but to languish

Last five years I have really been mashing big dough

But can't stop until the income's passive, living off my assets

True we grew up poor, we never had the access to the information

Finance was a different language

When you've never had it and you have it

Wanna have it large instead of living average

Hard to understand it if you're not from there

Still I got here

Now I see the game clearer like Edgar Davids through a different lens

In the highest bracket

Who can offer advice?

Most never seen in their life what I pay in taxes

It's more money more possibilities higher standards

From Zoopla to Modern House, I'm picking out a palace

Farrow and Ball, picking out palettes

Picking out paints, refined taste, I developed my palette

Delicate balance, my bank balance

Fruits of my labour and given talent

Ain't what you make, it's what you keep, age-old adage

Them cars are so savage when climbing those ladders

And make M's after runs like Mo Farah

Man invest in funds, I'm so thorough

Man's got life insurance, got cover

Man's from North West 10, I'm so gutter

But go White House, invite from Obama

Man don't care for beef, but don't mince my words

I don't stutter, it's still 'Suck yah mudda!'

If disrespect is sutten that you utter

Uh uh, I will still tun up

I'm the same whether with the gang or 1up

Not too tough to do a runner

Too much pride can leave you under

How many man coulda still been alive

If they woulda just backed down? I wonder

Too many deaths over nutten

And the reasons are getting dumber and dumber

Dumber and dumber

Dumber and dumber, I'm feeling number and number

How you kill a man used to call your brudda?

How you kill a man and used to nyam food from his mother?

I heard about a killing, it fucked up my whole summer

One day we'll meet again my brother, Insha'Allah

Coming from a borough where it's nothin' but wahala on the come-up

How much mental fortitude must one muster?

Got it out the mud without Hunter

I wanna live Hakuna Matata, but product of my environment to which I've come accustomed

Grew up 'round killers, 'round fraudsters, 'round shotters

I grew up 'round dreamers, 'round genius, 'round hustlers

Grew up on the ends where you're taught a load of rubbish

My mind was unjust, so I had to make adjustments

'Cause I carry pain all the shit that's man's suffered

Slave to man's thoughts, so I try to Fredrick Douglas

Jesus, take the wheel while I'm playin Buju Banton

In Jesus' holy name

Have mercy upon my grandson

How ever do you want me?

How ever do you need me?

How ever do you want me?

How ever do you need me?

How ever do you want me?

How ever do you need me?

How ever do you want me?

How ever do you need me?