Smoke On The Seeds

I wanna hear a Sea Shanty, aye

(When I see the cops hide my weed in my socks)
When I see the cops hide my weed in my socks
It's up in the H I'm living in the blocks
It's L-U-R-C-H that rocks
When I'm on a track you know it's gonna pop
Year after year I was inhaling on the bucket
You only live once, so you might as well "fuck it!"
Never been abroad, wanna see Nantucket?
Fat ass, skinny waist, did she nip and tuck it?

I'm from the north not the south, or the west
Come against me, man - that'll be a test
I'll show you bars, Stan - we'll become the best
I'm from Ness, fam - Say it with my chest!
Making music, man
Rapping when I can
Running from the van
Just to get a gram, just to get a gram
Hold it in the palm
To get me nice and calm
New lyrics written in my hand

"'Til I've Coin", I've heard too much
Used to limp 'round on a crutch
I don't own any type of bling
But still making my cha-ching
Writing all these bars while chonged
Fat cunts taking me for a mong
Stealing my money 'til it's no longer long
That's the millionth time that I've been wronged

Tryna get some proof for shit I didn't do?
Why you stopping my moves?
I've things to pursue
Get off my shoes
I need to get in the mood
Yeah I probably should
It's about time I get my dues
I can't spend the rest of my life in the hood

Smoke on my weed but don't smoke on the seeds
Make it grow wreath, throw it away and plant some trees
If you grow it make sure you remove the stems and leaves
Cause you don't a horrible smell whilst you're getting cheefed

Smoke on my weed but don't smoke on the seeds
Make it grow wreath, throw it away and plant some trees
If you grow it make sure you remove the stems and leaves
Cause you don't a horrible smell whilst you're getting cheefed

I've seen shit that nobody's ever sees
Like the shit that's seen from overseas
C'mon, bitch - don't be a cock tease
Don't need stress just smoke my trees

Listen to me and eventually know that I'm the chief
They should build me a throne out the enemies that I defeat
Game of Thrones, "get the fuck off my seat!" - it's end of lease
With a kick like Bruce Lee, boot you off if you step to me

Smoking on the Gangj
Rolling in the hand
Cruising on my Land
Eyes red ; Zombieland
I don't want to lose my bands
Prince of Persia and the sands
Sands run out and lose my grands
That's not what I had in my plans
I've got bigger plans than that
Facts

Make my money and produced my tracks
I don't want to spit shit that is wack
Wanna get big and make my racks
Sell out shows, make tall stacks
Make loads of money from the traps
From the north, ain't got no straps

Smoke on my weed but don't smoke on the seeds
Make it grow wreath, throw it away and plant some trees
If you grow it make sure you remove the stems and leaves
Cause you don't a horrible smell whilst you're getting cheefed

Smoke on my weed but don't smoke on the seeds
Make it grow wreath, throw it away and plant some trees
If you grow it make sure you remove the stems and leaves
Cause you don't a horrible smell whilst you're getting cheefed

Very well mannered I always say please
If I buy, I'd buy Big Bhudda Cheese
If I die, I'll be buried by a priest
If I cry, I'd be surprised at the least
If I Spy, Skepta would be pleased
I'm from Inverness, up in the INV
When I'm big will they even envy?

Don't worry, drink Hennessy
Tackle you, no penalty
There is no other remedy
Ain't ready for the motherfucking energy
Bodied all my enemies
I've always got a pen on me
Rapping is my speciality
Can beat this strategy, this verbal mastery
00; dastardly
Dad left, I'm bastardly
I'm flying like a fucking bee
Killed this beat for my family tree