Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What they gonna tell me?
I was down nobody would help me
Now the shops in Fulham
I might be on made in Chelsea
Done six in the can, came home and a **** still charted
My Dior jumper, that's a one bedroom apartment
Six racks on the video
But they took it down for the sample
****, fuck the sample
Remember, I was weighing up bud with cardboard
Fuck the others, break bread with my brothers
Till we all millionaires
And we all live in the suburbs
Break bread with my friends, two more moves, that's a M
I sat in the pen
I lost it all, got it back again
It was me on induction wing
Induction pack with that orange squash
You know that roof's panoramic
You know I can't drop the top
Two toys in the ride, G
East boy like Wiley
Machine lively
On anything like Tigz and Haile
Expensive attire
Had the PED with the tinted visor
Now it's accountants, surveyors
Lawyers, mortgage, advisors
I'm in the big league, all I had to do was grind
Remember when that half was seventy and I only had sixty-five
Took a different route, only **** with bud in the drought
Now my whips parked outside my three bedroom house
They got the bag bought jewelry
Me, I might franchise Morley's
Business owner
I might have to vote for Tories
[Verse 2]
Remember me and frog laughing in that court
But it weren't no joke when them screws slammed them doors
In a sweat box, thinking it be a while until I'm home
Wretch three-two on the radio, don't go
All these unfamiliar faces
**** wanna know the latest
Where you from and what your name is
My net bag, plastic bowl, knife, and my fork
'Bout to make a call, watch what I say 'cause it records
Big bro told me "F the roads", but I was stubborn
On a V, thinking am I getting ghosted or they coming?
Screws searching mummy on a visit, this ain't life
And seeing Mommy cry, and shit I nearly cried
They got email a prisoner, now my chick can reach me more
But I prefer when you write, 'cause I can feel it more
Wanna put the family on so I can spoil them
All I brought was disappointment
Sleeping in the same room I used the toilet
Banged up in the vile, prison ain't like no film
Slept on that bunk bed with no quilt
One year, six years, came by and flew
Memory got bad, forgot some **** that I knew
All them road years were monument
Now I'm Her Majesty's occupant
And jail fucked up my confidence
Sandwiches for lunch and slop for dinner
On the yard, conversating whose block is realer
Everyone in for violence
I met some brothers that's pious
But until I found Allahu Ak, I had no guidance
I done countless and endless work
Gave my life to the block and I got nothing in return
Now it's king crab salad, we on different standards
Now the waitress call me "Sir" and call the bae "Madam"
I still remember nights I made it rain in Clapton
Would be I be here if my nitty never chased the dragon?
Coming up, I never had a grand
Now I do it 'cause I can, always knew I'll be the man
I went from putting shells in my Glock
Now we spill champagne, this hotel's on the yacht
Had the star before Wraiths
I used to re-up on a eighths
I just over took the bus I used to chase
In that sweatbox, I know police was grinning
Now the feds stop the car just to see who's in it
Written by: Rimzee
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