We didn't lie together With our tired limbs and bones In exile together Find a way to come back home I did pause, I did stay I did fall, I did care And so I beg you And so I beg you And so I beg you And so I beg you For your time For your time For your time For your time For your time And you hold my silence in your truth And you hold my silence in your truth Every vacant hour Every empty broken rule Could grow old desire In your full sleeves and my torn shoes I was young, I was taken And in time, forsaken And so I beg you And so I beg you And so I beg you And so I beg you To be mine To be mine To be mine To be mine To be mine To be mine To be mine Mine To be mine To be mine

Wait for me, I shot the informer Nowadays when I speak it's a big saga Nowadays I collab with the weed farmer Nowadays I link the plug by the sea harbour Look at this charver He did Glen Parva When it was Notts vs. London, it was Glen Starver Now it's Prada Prada And they want an autograph, ima need a marker But I still got them on the block Like Peter Parker Fuck close protection, I need body armour Me naked? you must be drinking molly water Or sniffing cocaine like your baby father You silly bitch, I'm in the ugly but this is where I'm comfiest Don't you know I built my name on them country strips? We know he don't run lines He only run's his lips I'm in East, we got 100 guns, 100 clips I know your mum's hearts burning cause her son's a snitch I'm head to toe Supreme like a young McGriff I got 2 white girls swapping tons of spit And I don't smoke paigons, I smoke ganja spliffs You can try and you can die but why run the risk? I got my young bull with me always comes equipped I throw Bs I throw Cs And the number 6 And I ain't rapping about the millions that I'm humble with Wait for me, I shot the informer With a little black star, like I've been Ghana I've been trapping since the Nokia, pin charger I keep the hotline running like Mo Farah Look at this charver Trapping out the plaza In my weed shop Smoking on some perm marker When I fly first class, I watch the Godfather Where you from, you'll lose your life for the wrong answer I'm the nicest, somehow I'm still the hungriest Blowing weed and pouring liquor for the ones we miss I miss nanny coz she never let the undies in And for the violation she knows we bunned his skin You better say it with your chest, fuck all that mumbling And when I hit him in his back he started tumbling I can't wait to fry that sausage like a Cumberland I'm schooling kids in the East like Cumberland I don't know if they're just bitches or just sons of them I've had blocks from Southampton to Sunderland I've done Feltham, Ashfield & Huntercombe Now I take trapstars and make plugs of them Wait for me, I shot the informer Nowadays when I speak, it's a big saga Nowadays I collab with the weed farmer Nowadays I link the plug by the sea harbour Look at this charver He did Glen Parva When it was Notts vs. London, it was Glen Starver Now it's 'Rada 'Rada And they want an autograph, ima need a marker Thanks For Hating

(Time for your checkup, time for your checkup) I am gonna check your ears, check your eyes Find out how much you've grown (Time for your checkup) Then I listen to your heartbeat, fix you up, ready to go (Time for your checkup) It's okay if you giggle, this will only tickle a little (Time for your checkup, time for your checkup)