Footwork

If you're not putting in that footwork

Then nothing's gonna happen

'Fore I sit around bummy

Bro, I'm getting something patterned

I been coming up off rations

Tryna fit into the fashion

Once that plate's on that dinger, g

We're all going grafting

I been tryna get the bag in

Bro, them other man are packed in

Bro, I started off with nothing

Doing wraps in

And I told 'em that I'm coming through

They just didn't understand it

Had to sit there till I planned it

It's way over hundred grand in

Bare man are chatting like they're grafters

Bro, when they ain't even on nought

They ain't never broke a box down

Or took over a shot's house

If I'm sat there with nothing

Then I go rob before I go without

My bro just has a long one

So course I'm gonna hold 'im down

I'm not talking about shitty grafts

I'm putting all my mates on

Two hundred grand in that car

They try pull it, then it's chase on

I'm turning up with ready's

I don't need no one to weigh us on

In and out the spots

That phone's ringing, I can't stay for long

Came up out them scruffy flats

I had to get that money stacked

Nothing's really happening

So, of course I was tryna look for grafts

Al-, always been a savage, it was long

I still done it rags

I came up doing dirt

I've put in work for that petty cash

Something's getting bursted

'Fore you ever see me sit there sad

Man will sell you dreams, bro

And you'll never get a thing back

Agg burging different gaffs

Or just serving them nittys crack

I can't get a job

So I had to hit the streets for trap

Ever started of with nothing?

Hard times g, I swear to god

You're either sitting there with nothing

Or you're getting in the car to rob

Ya ever been struggling

Where you're stinging man for half a jobs?

I really came from nothing

Now I'm always in the fancy spot

Staying out late

Ain't coming home till I get paid

Don't ring ma phone

Won't leave the house if it's for dead change

I been about, of course

I have ma mum's, rent was late

Been tryna get the bag

And dodge a sentence everyday

If you're not putting in that footwork

Then nothing's gonna happen

'Fore I sit around bummy

Bro, I'm getting something patterned

I been coming up off rations

Tryna fit into the fashion

Once that plate's on that dinger, g

We're all going grafting

I been tryna get the bag in

Bro, them other man are packed in

Bro, I started off with nothing

Doing wraps in

And I told 'em that I'm coming through

They just didn't understand it

Had to sit there till I planned it

It's way over hundred grand in

That's nothing to me now

I used to struggle sitting

In ma mother's house

No money, how could I sit around?

Little youngen with a bag of work

Just heading out of town

A-aggravated burgs rago

I ain't settling with nought

There's half a meter on that wagon, g

We're definitely on

I'm independent with this rapping

I ain't begging for a song

Went hard to get them stacks in

Even though it takes long

Before I wait for man to pattern it

I'll do it on ma ones

And bro, I had to get that money in

They ain't never done a thing

Came up on grafts

Shit wage but I'm fully in

Started doing rapping

I put Salford on a 'plugged in'

I grew up on estates

So of course, I got sucked in

Bro, I had to set a plan

But first, ya had to get them bands

Ya ever sent a parcel

And got stressed 'cause it doesn't land

I'm driving in this rental

And the bag's got a hundred grand

Of course, I'm in a blender

So the feds, they won't look at man

I'm sending shots into enterprise

To rent me something out

Done this shit all ma fucking life

But the bread's coming now

You never cheffed nothing down

Or brought ready's back from out of town

Where you know about that feeling

Where you want it right now?

And bro, I started off not having nought

Older bother's hand-me-downs

Shoes I'm in, we're battered out

I was serving from a scatty house

It hurts when you ain't got it

It feels good 'cause I have now

I was out in country

Breaking slabs down

They used to laugh when I had nought

Ya had to graft in the trap house

But I didn't have a lot g

But look where I'm at now

The dinger was crammed out

Want in it for a handout

The feds hit the stash spot

I'm like sixty grand down

Bally's on ma head

Building gloves are on ma hands now

Scatty one's blacked out

Got bare shit to rap about

I never thought I'd ever get this rich

In ma hand-me-downs

Trips in and out of town

Just in a different council house

If you're not putting in that footwork

Then nothing's gonna happen

'Fore I sit around bummy

Bro, I'm getting something patterned

I been coming up off rations

Tryna fit into the fashion

Once that plate's on that dinger, g

We're all going grafting

I been tryna get the bag in

Bro, them other man are packed in

Bro, I started off with nothing

Doing wraps in

And I told 'em that I'm coming through

They just didn't understand it

Had to sit there till I planned it

It's way over hundred grand in