How did you get here? I'm drunk and confused (hmm) I tried to be patient with you, yeah High up, you're falling back down Look See See, I've been chilling reminiscing Bitch, put down the phone, can you listen? Yeah, the pain through the bars that I've written I try do good in the life I was given That's me and bro in the ding-dong whizzing I thank God every day 'cause I'm living Try move shady, safe good riddance They say I've got good bars, say I've got good rhythms Now I'm in the stew with a Q of the blue And it's like four hours remaining Survival of the fit, like training it's mad I just wanna tell mumsy I've made it Bro said he got import Cali Say less that's foreign exchange no trading, mad Shed tears when the gaff got raided They say I'm gonna blow, but I've got no patience Talking out loud talk draining Remember them days when we was Xbox gaming? My own guys snaked me, it's mad Fuck that shit man, I ain't gonna name him Watch out for your people, they might be a paigons Try new road because they need more ratings Fuck all the long talk, no time-wasting She wants a sweet boy, bitch I'm basic, LOL Some girls say I'm a sweet talker But the rest of them say I'm stush Brown skin mum with a booty She wanna get wifed but there ain't no rush She said she want read mans Snapchats Fuck a girlfriend if there ain't no trust Cute one from T and Tobago, she's like Luko My Caribbean crush My Caribbean darling Bro said he wants revs or styling Tryna get both so I ain't left starving Bad temptations all around me I feel like Adam and Eve in the garden I'm outta this league by a margin They say I've gone clear are either man started If that's bro I shouldn't ask for a promo Roll with his show love no homo, yo I ride for my fam, not a postcode Your shit got took, your boy loves to showboat Man, I've been down and broke Mind up, now mans up like yoyo Spittin' bars on the ting up polo I swear I'ma blow when I drop all my solos, mm-mm How did you get here? I'm drunk and confused I tried to be patient with you, yeah High up, you're falling back down (hmm) Look Man, I've been dead broke, and I've been top-boy too Looking at me now, you wouldn't even Begin to think mad tings that mans been through, but hold up Got guys that will have a red dot on your head like one Hindu Straight too mad, you don't have it in you TC when I say, "You're the one I'm into" into, into, into, into Bro bro's reckless leave his ting in you Ting tryna beat, but your minging boo No cap in my bars when I'm bringing truth, and it's mad Told mumsy I'd be a doctor, nah burn green in the singing booth J said B are you bringing booze Said I'm coming with the ting it's rinsing to Oh, shit, man just switched the bitch When we pull up get out, no hypnotist True saying when we feed them plants And watch them grow like photosynthesis I've been bolo since a kid So I ain't scared to attack like I'm in the mid Can't believe that I lost mumsy Was deep in the end with my gaff when it hit the kid But it's Comfy, I know they can't do it like me Humble and preserve tracksuit, Nike I was in the pitch doing up high knees Unlikely, hmm Can't do it like me (can't do it like me, hmm)

I just landed in Miami, swear they'll never understand me Hunnid on the free way and I'm gunnin' for the Grammy Sexy mama got a whip, hella sandy She wanna take the city, I said "Baby why can't we?" Bad boys, you don't really got a choice (Got a choice) I'm the hottest, you can hear it in voice (In my, in my) Hot fire, got the city goin' up (Shit is hot) You can't roll around unless you one of us Tell 'em bad boys, you don't really got a choice (Got a choice) I ain't modest, you can hear it in voice (Listen up) Hot fire, got the city goin' up (Hot) You can't roll around unless you one of us (Woo) Time after time (Yeah, yeah), I feel your love Roll the windows up (Yeah, yeah) We don't give no fucks (Yeah, yeah) Time after time, my pockets still stuffed (Stuffed) Quarter milli' in the truck (Facts) And the stick is still tucked (Tucked) And the spot is by the beach Pull up in that eco friendly and I don't wanna preach Got the twins with me, had to give 'em 50 each Homie told me if I pull up, that I might end up deceased Let me think, that shit was a reach (Facts) I'm done with the talkin', I just gotta let 'em see (Oh) I'ma pull up on your ass, with the bands on me (Bands) When I'm sailing through the water, load the cannons on me I gotta walk with a lean but no Fanta on me You know the feds always watch, got they cameras on me, huh-huh Flooded with diamonds, man, you know you can't compete We ain't stoppin' on no beat 'Til we hottest in the streets better know Time after time (Oh-oh), I feel your love (I feel your love) Roll the windows up (Roll the windows up) We don't give no fucks (We don't give no fucks) Time after time (Time) My pockets still stuffed (My pockets still stuffed) Quarter milli' in the truck (Quarter milli' in the truck) And the stick is still tucked Bad boys, you don't really got a choice (Got a choice) I'm the hottest, you can hear it in voice (In my, in my) Hot fire, got the city goin' up (Shit is hot) You can't roll around unless you one of us, tell 'em Told the label double my advance (My advance) Lot of different colors bands in these pants (In these pants) Hit Japan, hit Shibuya with the feds (We know you the feds) And them other bitches Stanley Kubrick with the lens, nigga Shit is hot, you can't do that shit again (Shit again) Callin' jury duty but I know that I'm in France She said, "You ain't call", I said, "I never got the chance" "I've been runnin' through your city with a crystal in my hand, girl" Time after time (Oh-oh), I feel your love (I feel your love) Roll the windows up (Roll the windows up) We don't give no fucks (We don't give no fucks) Time after time (Time) My pockets still stuffed (My pockets still stuffed) Quarter milli' in the truck (Quarter milli' in the truck) And the stick is still tucked Bad boys, you don't really got a choice (Got a choice) I'm the hottest, you can hear it in voice (In my, in my) Hot fire, got the city goin' up (Shit is hot) You can't roll around unless you one of us Tell 'em bad boys, you don't really got a choice (Got a choice) I ain't modest, you can hear it in voice (Listen up) Hot fire, got the city goin' up (Hot) You can't roll around unless you one of us (Woo)

More money More money More money More money Now my life's like a movie, show you hundreds of scenes (hundreds) Before my Hood's Hottest, I was hundred degrees How am I still stressed out? All the numbers I seen But my soul's still hungry, indeed 'Cah I got things to achieve I got a job to complete And if the devil's in the detail What's God got for me? Now, they fuckin' with Meekz But I gotta keep the hunger in me My G's a multi-millionaire, and he's younger than me That ain't banter to mе That shit's gangster to me The streets don't lovе me And these hoes don't love me If I post fuckery, will my bros judge me? Will they rate me if I turn a ghost duppy? (Dead) But how can I kill what's already dead? 'Cah they ain't battlin' with me, they at war in their head I need all of the bread I'm legendary with my steps, and my corner's the best I used to stash cash and forget Now, my accountant collects all of my cheques I need (more money) We just fuck up the streets, they've got my shit on repeat I want (more money) The hood want me to eat, they screamin' bon appétit I got (more money) I just fuck up a beat, they know I come up off fiends I need (more money) We don't know comfy, my soul's hungry Couple mil' in the account, so I can show mumzy And every story's both sided like my old pumpy (both) I'm a serious trapper, I'm so grumpy I get the phone jumpy He ain't tryna go country, fuck it, you can hold dough for me I just hate it when my bitch don't trust me If I was broke and I had no money Would you dance on the pole for me? Burn my clothes, hide this pole for me? I'm so sorry I fell in love with the game First time that I done me a stain Thought that I was paid for a couple of days Then I started getting money in a couple of ways I ain't got too many friends 'cah Most of my mates are all stuck in the cage (free the guys) Or stuck in their ways, or we stuck in our weight She fell in love with my neck I mean in love with my chain I fell in love with her neck I mean in love with the brain You know I come for the game I don't care about fame I need (more money) We just fuck up the streets, they've got my shit on repeat I want (more money) The hood want me to eat, they screamin' bon appétit I got (more money) I just fuck up a beat, they know I come up off fiends I need (more money) I used to push rock, like Rocky, I'm a champ' (champ' shit) She wanna rock with the gang And do the popular dance I'm tryna pop me a champs And pop tags, I never popped me a xan I couldn't ever be pop I'm tryna' pop me a man (bow) And you ain't ever seen no shit in a tank I'm really robbin' a bank, I'm just a horrible Manc' Changed the game, safe to say, it's me they'll probably thank I'm pissed off, I've got property plans Free my dargs, that's robbery gang I love rubbery bands I need (more money) We just fuck up the streets, they've got my shit on repeat I want (more money) The hood want me to eat, they screamin' bon appétit I got (more money) I just fuck up a beat, they know I came up off fiends I need (more money) I need I want I got