There's a lot of murders in my city, talkin' eye for eye, die for die Girls tryna lie, they're running 'round out here from guy to guy, I tried But it's clear that me and you, we can't see eye to eye When all that you can really see, is stuff that you feel I should buy Yo, why should I? One shooter with me they say, "Less is more" But he will crash off, rest assured, I think it's best he gets insured Them boys are insecure, say my name in songs to gеt in the door Why you think they're mad? Wе're the ones that win the war Step your game or you can't step to Fred, I spend but I invest the bread So the new Rolex got more baguettes than Greggs They say I'm clean and how I dress the best But every time we pull up on them scenes, always left a mess SMS and I don't take no disrespect except for when it's the 'net My neck looks like crystal meth, the best is what I wish the rest Yeah, they do it for the clout, your friends are all washed The day I care about clout's when you can spend it in shops It's gettin' sick on these blocks, most of my niggas, they shot The rest of my niggas rob niggas that shop for shit that they got I couldn't find 'em so I hit a spot, then hit up his boss When I can't find guap, I find a watch and I'm rippin' it off Now I've got all kind of watches 'cause I move the foulest Just put my Richard in a new spot, call it movin' houses I flew my youngins to Dubai, then they caged up the army 'Cause they took a couple APs at places we party Phone the phone, don't ask me 'cause I don't work the order Before rap, you didn't trap, it's cap, you weren't a baller They think they drippin', but their jewellers really turned a corner Niggas come around me and they realise, they've got dirty water Got my mum a spot but I won't post in the house What's all this postin' about? Most rappers buy their people shit so they can post it for clout We had ***** scared to go home like there's ghosts in his house Set up shop here, we're closin' it down Never heard a song where they're tellin' the truth All that lyin' them boys do, should put some beds in the booth These days the neekiest drillers, can be online speakin' on killers And ain't no creepin' on dingers, and how you speakin' on dinners? A lot of niggas speak but when I speak, the streets know it's realer Chocolate girl in my passenger seat, but the seats are vanilla Twenty-five thousand a week, that's just a sleep in a villa If it ain't 'bout Ps, you can't even see or speak to a nigga like me Businessman, invested in Kick Game and watched it expand I set up shops, I set up spots, I'm not just in the gang Real nigga, so any time when one of my real niggas land I'm tryna help him out with this bag, like he's my nigga's gran' I been the shit since I was a kid, now I'm still the man The plan was to make millions, I made millions, and it's still the plan Skinny nigga push a lot of weight, no, I don't need a hand Fuck a gym, them new hammers in, got us feeling wham Niggas speakin' my name 'cause they're seekin' the fame But they ain't done shit, we ain't feelin' the same But I bet we leave one sleepin' again, you spend a key on your chain I spent like three, so we ain't the same PJ, there won't be a delay I buss the white gold Prezzi and got the same one in plain, prick Got a plain rose Prezzi and got the same one with rain in No new niggas with me, with the same ones I came with
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I think it's change, I fear I said I wouldn't change, but change is here Businessman, now I change career I level up, then I go change the gear So fuck a rainy day, I've got money saved for rainy years But still don't get me upset 'cause I change ya face with my crazy mates that can't wait to change the plates Yeah, I came from estates to a place with gates Where I was needing the change, but there's no change to make And if it don't go one-sixty, that's not my car Before songs, trappers knew my number off by heart And rest in peace to Virgil, I still Off-White hard When you grind how I grind, it's a matter of time, it's not by chance They got a team but no, it's not like ours Got the game on lock with my bars like all I drop's bicarb' You ever sat down in prison, gettin' letters from a hoe that you don't even know? Tellin' her to spray a little perfume on the envelope so you can get a smell of rose The little bros love to shoot, so I don't ever tell 'em, "Go" But they need it and I got it, then I won't ever tell 'em, "No" I know who killed shh, but I won't never tell a soul, yeah Made a million off my telephone, and made a couple more million pound out here sellin' shows, yo And even though the opp block is so very close, for them boys to see me, they need to get them a telescope All them chances I took just for the bread For them to turn around and give me racks, just for my breath I got paid, then the pain started to trouble me less It's either that or when my brudda put your brudda to rest Hustling pebs Tryna make it out till nothin' is left And go again and again till we run into feds I don't wear bras, but my chest, it's a double VS I'm tired of jewellery though, it's time to fuckin' invest I'm talkin' mortgages, it's got me shoppin' for rugs and ornaments This ain't no rap, you know it's facts when I'm talkin' this You're talkin' straps, I had more semis than them tournaments Young nigga tryna reach to the final, check him Oh, you're the type of prick to beg a bitch to stay? I'm the type to spend twenty gibs, on any given day Chasin' money out in many different ways Till I'm dead and in the grave That's the only time that Freddy will behave Even your daughter's mum knows you're out here talkin' a lie All them jewels that I buy, know it's more for the hype And know I bought my daughters' house before I bought any 'bine And caught a lot of yutes lackin' before I caught any flight, check it My dad did in Feltham, taught me to fight No phones in there, gotta talk through the pipe Now I talk through the mic Where you lose your shoes if you're awkward and shy Where I'm from, the pussies lose, only the scorer survive Remember times I felt poor in my life, now I'm ten times more than alright Thank the Lord in the light Now I'm on Lord of the Mic My young boys ride around with their swords on a bike ting Swap that bike for a horse and they'll look more like a Viking I've got loud little white tings That fly so much, their skin's browner than my ting They might be hard, but that shit ain't soundin' like my ting Blowin' clouds, but you know that there's no cloud up in my bling And never try lookin' at my worth on the 'net 'Cause Google don't know who I serve or how much work that I get Yeah, I knew my life, see a change when I didn't wanna jerk the connect And I much rather prefer the respect Still I never use a cashpoint, you should know it isn't that They get a room prepared for me when I go into the bank, yo And even though I'm out here, still tryna work the block I'm gettin' eighty for a verse, my breath's worth a lot When I want a girl from the States, I just fly them in He's hidin', flyin' 'cause he knows we're tryna find on him I'm tryna find where you record and leave you lyin' in that studio you're lyin' in Their burners ain't firin' When my diamonds shinin', they can't help but be admirin' When I got a show, know I can't help but bring the fire in All that talk's the same reason **** had a funeral They can't diss me in the streets, G, it's only in the musical