Put It There

[Verse 1]
I've got what I came up hoping to get
A little bit of hate but loads of respect
It started to feel like I'd spotted a genie
And he granted the wish so I got a bit greedy
And I made him a list in case he exists
Should I only get three? Am I taking the piss?
Some are genuine so we should hook a brother up
Some of them are just me pushing my luck
I want more of the same, respect is key
Less of the pigs disrespecting me
I must look a lot like Gordon Ramsay
Cause they always seem to wanna F with me
I want Rizla, tons of it
While you're there I'm probably gonna need some chronic
And because of this I really don't get on with the force
So I wanna see a change in law like I'm getting a divorce
So that I can marry juana, hold my head high
Without the bloody drama, no CSI
Even without the bitches sniffing around my business
Coppers still manage to be nosier guys
A dog is a man's best friend
But my attitude [?] pugs till the madness ends
I'm sure they'd rather be fetching a ball
Than ruining the buzz at a festival

[Hook]
I-I-I want it
Can you get it for me?
I-I-I need it
(Started to feel like I'd spotted a genie)
I-I-I want it
Put it there for me
I-I-I need it
(He granted the wish so I got a bit greedy)
I-I-I want it (it started to feel like)
I-I-I want it
I-I-I want it
Can you get it for me?
I-I-I need it (and he granted the wish)
I need it
I-I-I need it
Put it there for me

[Verse 2]
A shoe collector needs tons of sneaks
He can use to trek through these London streets
And even if he things his feet won't make it
At least they're resting in master piece
So cop me all the awesome brands
Cause like Nike I wanna be a Jordan man
But my draw ran out, so I bought an ounce
And right now all I can afford is Vans
Every crowd gives me a hundred percent
But they're usually drunken men so
If you bring women to my gigs, make sure they ain't soft
If they're fit for the pit, we'll call em Kate Mosh
Send me groupies that look like models
Ones that won't be bothered if there isn't a cam
All they wanna do is let me tap it when I like
Even if I don't follow them on Instagram

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[Verse 3]
I've got a few friends that you might call street
And they're in what you might call beef
So they point to their vest so [?] lie on our chest
Till we've met our world peace like Ron Artest
The problem isn't only present in my neighbourhood
Nobody seems to want to settle things the way they should
And the whole thing gets to me sometimes
All at each other's throats, nobody's getting any love bites
Every other demand was selfish
But when you love peace it ain't hard to tell it's
What I want and the day I get this
Everything else will fall into place like Tetris
I gathered that it might be cool to have some
But I'd sacrifice them all for that one
If I get it, all the rest are really et ceteras
But throw in the sneakers if you're feeling generous

[Hook]