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[Verse]
It's deeper than rap, it's real life
I'm the same little yout you saw in Hillside
Difference is now I blow a bag when I feel like
So I ain't signing shit unless the deal's right
And I don't give a fuck about the shit you're spitting
I nearly lost my life to sit in this position
You feel my presence, bout to execute a different vision
Custom pendants, bruddas walking through the city blinging
I'm round killers chilling, all about my cake like Mr Kipling
Lifestyle expensive like the spliff I'm billing
Bout to do a thousand hours in the booth
Before that I spent a long time up in the kitchen
Forget the small talk, I've been through all sorts
I was chilling in the Midlands on the twenty-fourth floor
Up in Birmingham, sitting with a curvy ting
Open up my Louis duffle, got about thirty in
Baby girl you know my balls bigger than my burner is
I'm still tryna earn a quid, I ain't tryna burn a bridge
What kind of life is this? I ain't got a wife and kids
Turning liquid to solid, I'm like a scientist
Still remember when I never had a pot to piss in
Now my money long for all the opposition
I've seen a lot of man crumble when the pressure on you
Treating tramps like ants the way I'm stepping on you
I'm fresher than ever, just check the leather bomber
If I like her and wife her, might put a kettle on her
She got her own dough but I don't want a tenner from her
Now I go Versace baby when I wanna
I just counted up twenty-eight racks
Get your face slapped pussy, I don't take chat
What's my world like? I've gotta stay strapped
I could change your girl's life with this straight cash
Surrounded by these pretty women, I ain't Richard Gere
I've got a load of different people saying it's my year
I've got the whole country listening to my new shit
I'm verified in the streets without a blue tick
Them old boys washed, they're like forty and hating
Your brudda held corn already, you're still talking to pagans
I'm bagging up a bird now, I could've bought me a spaceship
Sporting the latest, pussy I ain't walking round naked
You was never once rolling in your car with semis
I had my strap up in the barbers like Nas in Belly
I just got a good trim and gave the barber twenty
I'm in the hood still, I should be in the charts already
I was three asking mummy why my father left me
Looking back I'd say bits of my past were messy
Now my bruddas copping larger bezzies
Same time I need to give my marj some readies
Fast life, done some things I regret and I can't lie
I mashed a hundred bags before my granddad had a glass eye
I thank Allah that I made it through those dark nights
It's a hard grind, this game ain't done, it's only half-time
I'm still the flyest man in the ends don
Your girl sucked my dick driving down the M1
Don't try it yourself, you might crash the car
In Givenchy up in Paris, blowing racks in France
I ain't messing with no doughnuts like Krispy Kremes
You're fucking with some grown-ups with some big machines
I'm about to blow up, bout to hit the screen
Got my dough up, now I'm cleaner than Mr Sheen
This boss shit's in my DNA, it's in my jeans
Baby said she's seen big Pak in her dreams
Your ex-man's a snitch, in the station spilling beans
Bosses at the table, we're the winning team