Facts

[Verse 1]
Your team's full of nobodies and talk is cheap
Give my mum a lump sum and then she's mortgage free
Living how she ought to be
I wore Plain Jane today, I'm buss down normally
Bought the Hub for five grand years back
Now I want the RM, that's a hundred and forty G's
I've got a bad bitch in Coleshill and Streatham and Clapham
And Norwood and Thornton Heath
Obsessed with materials
This the new Benz, check the steering wheel
My brudda's got more chocolate than Dairy Milk
Feeling like the last of a rare breed
Could buss down my bitch, have her flyer than a fairy
Hit up A Jewellers for canaries
Rap game fugazi but I know the people hear me
Mob figures, got hitters cause they made men
I ain't an Asian rapper, I'm a rapper that's Asian

[Verse 2]
To get to this position, look it took a minute
Can't stop, I charge lots for my books of lyrics
You're a rookie innit, in the hood pushing innit
Kitchen cooking innit, benzene got boogers in it
My team shine, came up from T-line
Street life, city boy, I never got it by the seaside
I've got shooters in South and West and Eastside
Mayfair, we eat right
I was a little kid, out there from knee-high
Ask Jermaine, I built an empire from a three-five
Before I pay the plug I count the P's twice
Don't believe what he said, I see red, green light
Tell you how I see it through a G's eyes
These Amiris, not Levi's
Make sure the price low and my weed high
Always on point so I sleep light