My Life

[Verse]
You don't know how my past been
I spent years of my life on my arse skint
Before I got that mad money in, ask Grim
My lighty in Vale my gyal in Tulse is dark skin, bare slim sexy tings
I take a threat with a pinch of salt and go pepper him
They wanna hear the sound of these fake clowns spitting
Imagine if I saw shh in A-Town slipping
Forget a shank, you would've seen my Trey pound spinning
We've come a long way from the playground grinning
Some turned killers, I was breakdown singing
You move like bitches, you should stay round women
I was on my ting early, Rollie face pearly
Birthed barе shottas, nobody didn't birth me
Take you back to '06, I was getting work chеap
Dirty cats smoking, that means they prefer grease
I'm chilling with villains, a couple O.G.'s
A lot of different women, they wanna blow me
You're a known chief, I'm like "Oh please"
I like my women petite, my money obese
But that's how I'm tryna get it
Designer fetish, straight cash I can't rely on credit
I've never been a next man's younger
Don't think I won't put a next man under
Press gram pumper, used to be a kettle man
That means I was a left-hand stunter
Or should I say left wrist, bored of my old ting
Might need a next chick and a X6
You're starving, anorexic
After fasting I plan to get rich
With or without, made it back and I'ma make it happen
Off the crack, I'm spitting all the flake I'm trapping
From Pimlico all the way to Clapham
In Indigo tryna rake the cash in
On Edgware Road eating shawarma
Bunning down this grade, it helps to keep me calmer
My akhi done a move and then he flew to Ghana
What goes around comes around, I believe in karma
We ain't riding round in major numbers
And we ain't fucking with no pagan youngers
You know I've got a couple Asian cousins
They think they're on my level but I'm way above 'em
If I told you what I made from hustling
You would think I'm gassing, that's some bait discussions
About my finance, years I supplied grams
But fuck rap akh, I'm tryna buy land
They gave an AIP to my right hand
Hate to be a mic man, was never in my life plan
I'll charge for a verse if you're hard or a nerd
I'm proud to be Muslim, far from the church
Praise Allah, make dua to the sound of the birds
Big yard that's out in the burbs
A boy robbed me and lived where?
I'll light up your crib when your kids there
Bruddas with big beards that keep a ting near
I'll make a boy disappear into thin air
I've been here and I've been there
I go any hood, I ain't living in fear
I'll never show you respect, you wifey'd down a stupid sket
I was twenty, iced out in a Coupe S
Links from Budapest, yeah I'm still moving press
If it's in a warm place then that food will sweat
Life's a test, still I've got a few regrets
Gucci creps, I don't need to ask the streets "Who's the best?"
New connects, move correct, I will put a yout in check
Talking bare smack, you ain't tested out a shooter yet