Voice Of The Streets

[Verse 1 - Pak-Man & Shaker]
Sitting down thinking about a master plan
Tryna see half a tick, it started with half a gram
Started on a pushbike, now I give Versace grands
Started broke, now I'm on this cake like marzipan
Big budget, wrist flooded like the Titanic
My Rolex Swiss made but my nine Spanish
Whip German, foot down then I might crash it
I don't do black magic, I've got white magic
Bad habits, keep a pump like I'm asthmatic
Watching money pile up like mad traffic
Fly a pack rapid, hood full of crack addicts
Mathematics, bag on my trap jacket
Asian dons in Saint Laurent, my paper long
You're taking from the same ones you're hating on
I hit rock bottom, now I can't stop shopping
Got me stepping on squares like I'm hopscotching

[Verse 2 - Pak-Man]
Mob bosses, like eighty on my wrist, that's a hot topic
I pop Criss, I don't pop watches
I cop cribs and I cop drop whips
I cop (shh), make someone on the block lock it
Been doing this for donkey's
Ten grand on Bond Street, top floor, en suite
Remember I was broke, I was renting out a room then
I turned a two and a Q into a QM
First came the coupe Benz
Second and the third, both the roofs went
Half a mill later, what have you spent?
I ain't gotta try akhi, fly in a Nike tracky
Gave the ends dubs just like Dappy
So fuck a dead offer cause my bread's proper
Red leathers, red notes and red lobster
Fuck the red eye, I'll get a red Ferrari
All my red bottoms cost a Z of Charlie
My nuts hang, balls are enormous
Diamonds look like they're the flawless, hood I grew in the poorest
Just put flu in the purest in some Christian Dior kicks
Don't worry about my ting, I can fuck your bitch
All these old bitches, been airing them
Fish scale in the water like the aquarium
If that Presi under twenty I won't wear it then
Not ready for these jezzys, we don't care for them

[Verse 3 - Shaker]
High flyers, my youngers are some live wires
Big shank, mask on like Mike Myers
Yeah my body's still young but my mind's tired
I just make sure my rent's paid and my nine fires
Gotta stay around mine cause they might try us
Keep trying cause they say God likes tryers
Man dying cause they're sliding like Bull tyres
I don't really trust man cah they're all liars
I ain't never had a nine-to-five
I just clear packs in my Air Max 95's
Whipping and wrapping like Yiannimize
Free all the guys in the cage like five-a-side
When you come home just acclimatise
A quiet life is a happy one
A life on the edge is a scatty one
Thirty-six Z's of the snappy one
Busy everyday, that's why I'm looking so slim
Did more kilos in the trap than I did in the gym
Throwing up bricks like I'm hitting the rim
Now I've gotta be careful what I throw in the bin
That's a whole lot of paraphernalia
A whole lot of problems arise when you're stacking this paper
Phone 'flight mode' when I'm bagging this weight up
Thirty minute time-outs, snapping this wafer
Back in the day I just wanted to drive a Range
So I hit white balls like I'm at the driving range
Never giving up man, my drive insane
Whizzing through the reds G, I drive deranged
Louis V shades cause I like the frames
£500 just to hide the pain
Time flying by like flying planes
Live for a purpose, don't die in vain
Hella diverse, been high and low
Mummy knows the only thing on my mind is dough
Got my mind on racks like drying clothes
I've got unidentified's flying O's
I've got Alien O.G. in the ashtray
I've got shooters like Kylian Mbappe
Whip yayo like eggs in the mayo
And the crack made a better comeback than Donae'o