2 Summers

I just missed two summers, like bro what a bummer

I missed Wireless and Glastonbury twice

Got me fucking up butter

Flexing with the redbones like my name's Donny Glover

I know my dad couldn't stand me

Was it cause I act like him or cause I looked like my mother?

I know them yutes and he got done with my cutter

I know that shawty and she's probably a stunner

I got high and I DM'd Ice Spice

Like grrrrah!

God loves a try

I've got women that I like

Though would never be wife

You like them lame arse yutes

I was never your type

24s banged up

Vybzing to Mnelia

Can't lie, she's the goat

Kinda made my time easier

Fly my young ting to Dubai

Milf ting to Ibiza

I was so popped down I'm putting food on a heater

And see, mum tried

I used to go sneak school at lunch time

I was 17 with a dumb line

Age 21 going mad with three cunch lines

And a rap career

And if they did it in London they woulda

They woulda hit me with the rackateer

Shawties love me, they love the way I'm so debonair

Got an alter ego how Beyoncé got Sasha Fierce

How, how Beyoncé got

And Kwengassy in the DMs, not the sober me

If I weren't lit right now, would you indulge in me?

Who'm I kidding, man? You'll still be engulfing me

And to be honest, see, I kinda like the older me

I'm too old to have my iPhone and my TV taken

Work hard whilst these **** get so complacent

Till a **** like me just overtakes 'em

I ain't got beef with the opps, we just wake and bake 'em

Wave and shave 'em

Really tryna red-tape it

See my guys outside tryna wave and grave it

See, I went for a nicking

Governor said she a fan of the song with Chase and Status

Like bitches small-waist, high maintenance

She in love with my swag, love my gangster cadence

Sat back and reflected, this shit took patience

Bang bang even though I'm famous

And all my opps know is spank

Cah we gave 'em the belt

G13 in my lungs kinda fucks with my health

My young ting too selfish, want me to herself

See, she just like me, she love riding as well

And see when man do the cha cha, aim at ya matta

Bullets go grraaa grraaa

Back to the block, I feel like Nelson, haha

Beating a pagan, now I'm screaming out baa baa

Screaming out

I'm on the phone to my bro

Said even though I'm with all of the mandem I still be feeling all alone

I got my mother on the phone

She's 49 and her biggest fear yet's being 50 and alone

I dunno, I dunno

And why we all self-destruct?

Like oh my God! What happened to Shawn Combs?

Like honestly, bro

I'm going Kanye krazy

I want my all black babies in Ever-Rose

Sometimes I wanna bench-press Lizzo or Nella Rose

My bros telling me that's that little man syndrome

If she got the biggest back, I'm involved

If bro's got the biggest wap, then let's go

Look, I don't wanna play though

I just wanna make dough

My heart's stone cold

But that booty feel like play doh

Sent from up above like I can see your halo

Can I trust you? Or playing both sides like Kato?

I spit bars, I talk pain, re-opening my scars

Mix Cherry B with Hennessy while thinking bout my past

All this treachery, jealousy, drop it from your heart

And fuck them fake friends and see who had you from the start

Look, I just got in trouble, now I'm hitting up Guvan

Vietnarm, baby, this ain't nothing like Wu Tang

Hundred days in the seg

Kinda made me a new man

I swear my skin itches when I think about blue mats

Look, I was on their block tryna slide wid da pumpy

My older cousins friends rushed me, and my own friends judged me

I brought my block alive, now everyone loves me

I'm from a fake arse strip

Can't lie, man, it bugs me

I was eating breakfast packs, now I'm eating sashimi

I was sipping tap water, now I'm sipping on Fiji

Kwengface from the V

Everybody waan be me

But not everybody could be me

Look, he ain't from Peckham, he's from Old Kent Road or Bermondsey

I just got it popping now my Rambo knife is burgundy

I just warmed him up, and then I hit him with the third degree

Designer kits from Italy, Luger 9s from Germany

Hollow tips cook him like some chicken wings at Nando's

It's mad, bro

I just turned your girl's house to a bando

See, I drill yutes

Still tryna go spill juice like I'm Pascoe

I was pained up for two years

Eating that mackerel