2020 Vision Freestyle

[Intro]
Cage got that cold
Where that drip at AJ?

[Chorus]
I know heaven's got a ghetto for the G's like us
Just a clean heart brudda who let the .35 buss
From knee high, trappin' in my Levi's bruck
'Til I got my money tall like fee-fi-fum

[Verse 1]
Chop a brick like Daniel-san
It's in your heart if you stand or run
You can't gamble some
When you bang your gun
It stays with you like days when your Dad used to slap your Mum
Before I snitch I'll cut out my tongue
Not on my worst enemy, on God I swear that shit can't run
I've got the streets all in my blood
For what it's worth, I've got spirits all in my cup
I'm gettin' burst; my heart, my soul, my pain
In every verse mashin' works, you don't want no sitcho
But I'll go schizo', and shoot up the disco
And stick up the distro, all in a day's work
Still Hennessey and my spliff rolled
I'm gettin' the bag, I ain't sweatin' a slag
I get dirty for sixteen, it goes for twenty a slab
And I don't know Garfield, but I know Terry the cat
And if you give him six white, he'll rent you the flat
Feds will tell you anything, just to get you to rat
Moncler with the fur, and the red and the black
Money will make your old bitches start beggin' you back
I need a house on the hill, suttin' semi-detached
'Cah livin' how I'm livin', I can never relax
G, I got fish in the bowl and the recipe's crack
And this fish talk to me like American Dad!
And my dirty's a ten, leave your head in your lap
Chucks definitely tapped
Don't make him press on the MAC and air out
Chucks definitely tapped
Don't make him press on the MAC and air out
Moncler with the fur, and my diamonds looking burr
I'm rappin' and I'm trappin', I don't know what I prefer
All them years on the spur, seem to merge into a blur
Probably why I drink it from the bottle 'til I slur
Full throttle when I skrr, and they prayed for my return
I need my money, Mr Burns, call me Monty
Cooler than the Fonzie, ballin' in the bando with a blondie
Paigons say they're on who? Paigons ain't on me
'Cah I've got that twenty-two inch, I'll kill a zombie
Never been Pompey but I trap on sea
Beam at the trap like Grand Prix
Bosses in the room when we convene
Scheming on bellies
Kitchen open real late like I'm eatin' at Eddy's
I have my young G's posted at cribs rockin' ballys and semis
They ain't doing no leggies
They just wanna do it like Kevin & Perry
I've spent mad years sleepin' at Debbie's, kippin' on settees
I've spent mad years readin' on basic, like fuck a telly
And now I take a bitch to the telly and she ain't basic
Now I need a crib for my nanny and one adjacent
I got it out the mud, out the gutter, out the basement
So I Alexander McQueen on occasion
Six on my kicks, LV's when I lace 'em
Bark it like Alsatians, strikers in formation
Bro hit a lick, twenty bricks off the Albanians
So I'm John Snow with the bird, I mean ravens
I said I'm John Snow with the birds, I mean ravens

[Chrous]
I know heaven's got a ghetto for the G's like us
Just some clean heart bruddas who let the .35 buss
From knee high, trappin' in my Levi's bruck
'Til I got my money tall like fee-fi-fum

[Verse 2]
Yo
My baby girl told me I'm a deep thinker
See I've got so much on my mind but I can't speak with her
How could I tell her that my friends just schemin' her?
And more time I'm in the kitchen like Delia
They said, "P, back then you was greazier"
'Cah back then I found jail more easier
I was broke, now I step out like Zim Zimma
Black gun, black Bimma, fat white hitter
I need twenty-keys like the gym bar
And that ammonia smell, it just linger
Ridin' to some old school Timba
Flying through Becky, then I cut past Windsor
I'm in the Crown Court, no Judge Rinder
Gyaldem sugar, you won't catch me on Tinder
Catch me in the trap, I'm a foil and syringer
Long time P been a double wrap clinger