South London

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense

I'm out for the pound, not pence

South of Thames, there ain't no camping

But trust me, it can get intense

We all got battles

So I choose 'em wisely

It's unlikely that I'm gonna take this lightly

I swear, man, these ppl ain't like me

I'm really a sprinter

I'm on track when I'm on track

I ain't really even gotta watch my back

'Cause there's no more space for a

Knife attack

Sit down, smoke weed, write rhymes

Unpack

Then I stack my stack

Made all these tracks from a bookey Logic

I cracked off a stolen Mac

I do more with less—it's called finesse

It's no mystery

My name ain't Victor

But the Victoria Model next to me is a Victory

The way that I'm running up laps

In her head, I'm surprised

I ain't done caught injury

My suit well-tailored, move Swiftly

South of the Thames gets risky

Carhartt cargos with a Cold Culture Tee

I'm a cultured G

Put all this ice on my wrist

Now I ain't got space for my heart on sleeve

Rolling 'round with a ten

For you she a tease

For me, she padding up her knees

Put short-term wants and desires

Underneath long-term needs

Mix, Master, Engineer, Write rhyme and Director

Man I must be a maestro

Most of my ppl are either playing or

They pushing the keys like Kairo

Having dreams of killing ppl off

Shit, I might be psycho

No heart, unless I wear Chrome Heart

If I said I love you Issa Typo

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense

I'm out for the pound, not pence

South of Thames, there ain't no camping

But trust me, it can get intense

We all got battles

So I choose 'em wisely

It's unlikely that I'm gonna take this lightly

I swear, man, these ppl ain't like me

I'm really a sprinter

I'm on track when I'm on track

I ain't really even gotta watch my back

'Cause there's no more space for a

Knife attack

Sit down, smoke weed, write rhymes

Unpack

Then I stack my stack

Made all these tracks from a bookey Logic

I cracked off a stolen Mac