What Do I Do

[Verse]
What do I do when my stomach is empty
And I got dreams of pulling up in a Bentley?
And my head ain't right, I jump on my pedal bike
Cop a eight-ball of each
Tell the fiend "I got some nice B and the peng is white"
What do I do? I hit the streets and go hard
No chilling in the flats, I link the fiends and go yard
Tryna stack every penny, believe me, I know where I'm going
Connect hitting me with peng, I got the line blowing
What do I do when I'm starting to get bait?
When it's obvious to see that I'm starting to get cake
And I'm still on my pedal bikе trying to be discreet
But the feds start clocking I'm grinding out on thеse streets
And my mum finds my wraps and a couple grand in my closet
I get nicked, skip bail, now I got a warrant
What do I do when I'm living in hotels?
Then I get myself nicked in the hood and I go jail
What do I do when they put me on the wing again?
Strip search my arse, put me on the wing again
Get the parcel in, make the younger throw it over
I go hard, two bills for a Motorola
Get some nice Bobby, one-er's for a gram
Halal food, no pork or ham
What do I do when the screws spin my cell again
And find my food hidden in my bed again?
What if they find the TEC again?
And now they moved me to block
I only got a couple zoots in the pot
I just get high cause the ash gets me lean mate
I just ride my bird and wait for my release date
What do I do when they reject my tag?
And my chick starts acting up, I just forget the slag
And when that day finally comes and I ride through the gate
I want a one-way trip back to Highbury estate
What do I do when the streets want some shit they can cruise to?
I hit the studio and gave them business as usual
These other rappers came with nursery rhymes
I gave 'em Pedal Bike Diaries and Certified
And now they know it's going down in the flats
I'm like Tension, why this is how I relax
And the critics say "He talks too much about flipping B"
Love me or hate me, I'm like Blicky, this is me
N1's mine, I'm on the N1 grind
I'm Islington from N1 to N19
N4, N5, N7 stand up
Whether it's crime or nine-to-five, get your grams up
What do I do when I keep bringing the gutter sound
And the streets label me 'king of the underground'?
I tell you what I'll do, I'ma do me
If the record's two mill, I'll just try and move three