Friday Prayer (feat. Headie One & Aitch)

Ooh, baby

Ooh, I never

Yeah

Look where the mandem came from

Look where the mandem started

Mo Betta Cutz tryna line up shots, while I get a low fade and my canerows parted

Imma steppa, we just step

I had a 5 day pass and a dream, hit red shop then I'd start sending texts

Bros gotta hit one but I'll send him next

I didn't care 'bout plaques or Brits

I was tryna get girls and creps

I had a lightskin ting from the bits and a pair of air ones wit' the suede blue checks

Shout out to my babysitter, she was leng and she let me get away with murder

Had dreams of a mountain property but I made do with a mountain burger

Had a ying round, still do

But now the ying sleeps at the Fountainebleau

Leng one tryna say that I'm too grumpy, if you undress, that'll change my mood

Let me put a bed in the booth and I'll cook like A Jewellers with no budget

I'm cold like cole palmer on a pen, if you like it then I love it

Show me the ends, I'm there, been doin' up mileage here then there

Had to fight monsters on the way, thank God that the mandem didn't show fear

No hope where we came from, nuttin' ain't fair

No guides 'cah olders never did care

Just me and my bike, I'd fill it with air, stayed safe 'cause my friends made Friday prayer

Show me the ends I'm there I'm doing up road I'm there, then there

Funny how I went from the stick to the sticks, I'm out near the deers

Started off with a q, why you think feds came with a questionnaire

I really cried for the Jordan 1s, now the trainer room got thirty pairs

Bad bitch got curly hair, wanna come to the booth and twerk in there

It's only Ws, I built a wardrobe left all the Ls in there

Loewe or Louis Vuitton

They don't flick, they're doing it wrong

I can drip and do one of ones

I can switch and do number ones

Big whip now we was whippin the grub

I put a switch on a guns, invest in the team like Ineos done

We would grind for a quid, now we see six figures and twiddle our thumbs

They say, real **** don't say they're real but they ain't realer than one

Show me the ends I’m there

Had an AJ bag with a Bens in there

All of these gyal that I done flown out

Man I really put 10s in air

Brand new six bedroom crib, I ain't gunna mention where

I ain't tryna go nowhere near jail but I still got friends in there

Rolex new but the shotgun rusty

Got a lil wear and tear

I ain't saying your gyal tryna fuck me but why is she staring bare?

My girlfriend got a new girlfriend it’s only fair we share

If my next girl ever finds out then I wasn’t there I swear

Daily hundreds of photos

Still man come from jumpers for goalposts

So much smoke I fucked up the ozone

Now I just run up numbers and go home

I been on tour this year

Hands in all pies, do more this year

Been throwing up 4s since '015

And still mans throwing the 4s this year

Show me the ends, I'm there, been doin' up mileage here then there

Had to fight monsters on the way, thank God that the mandem didn't show fear

No hope where we came from, nuttin' ain't fair

No guides 'cah olders never did care

Just me and my bike, I'd fill it with air, stayed safe 'cause my friends made Friday prayer