I used to hustle when it's raining, customers complaining Now I come through in a Cayman like I'm on my way to training I ain't no footballer, I control the block Never slapped my nigga when I made him hold a box Fuck a molly I'll catch a body try an spike me like louboutins Know I got it on me, with these diamonds and these Cubans on Watch when I bump into them cobras Little niggas watch your step, I spent five hundred on these loafers Thinking I'm a rapper until I run up on your soldiers Clap it I don't care if it was yungens or the olders I ain't lipping, I got the four fif And if my money was clean, me and Jazzy would of made the Forbes list Twenty bricks inside the base Even if Roley made belts, I still wouldn't have no time to waste How could I ever put my faith in a girl? That's like trying to find an angel in hell
Skepta] Yo I flew out, flew down the road, flew back then flew in My mum knows what I'm doing And deep down, know she's screwing I fell asleep with thirteen scores in my mouth Had a dream about chicken and chips Like an eedyat, I started chewing Woke up, then I started spewing Thinking when is all this gonna end? Thad to open them up then wrap them again See, I've been on the road so if the beat needs road bars, it's nothing l'lI strap them again All the mandem know I'm certified, you can't school me, I've been there Yeah, that's why when you walk in the dances where all the badboys go to, I'm in there
