Prey

Last year man spent more dough than I made If you knew what I made Went and got a yard in the sticks with a maid Mayfair with a ting in the Range She's from the hood overseas and man's from a similar place Where they got rid of my mates Worn out, still ain't got rid of that trauma Ever seen a sawed-off? Streets get hotter than sauna Could've been a church, you coulda been a baller Yeah, they took shots at me Shottin' really turned me into a shot-caller Tryna get rid of the quarter Last year I really done a quarter-mil Should've felt awful after but I did it all for the thrill Never had a bill, let me sort that bill All of that guilt, bro's guilty and he lost the appeal Shit, my whole circle's in the box that I'm riding 'round German whip might pull up in China town American tings, I'm flyin' them out Next belly I'm hitting, I'm buying a house Why? Cah last year man spent more dough than I made If you knew what I made Went and got a yard in the sticks with a maid I'm in the band' with a ting in the Wraith She said her family's rich and I couldn't relate I was in the hood with my mates Grew up in broken homes with bastards Yeah, put them on blast and they might just blast it Getting rid of class-A, we ain't doing no masters Look what we own, never had goals but the mandem were targets Remember when man licked shots by the football cage Now I'm in the yard with Lingard 'round all my football mates Went long, coulda took more pain See man rather have food and cook more 'caine Yeah, had a lot on my plate, now the mandem are eating I ain't going on dates, new tour dates cah the gyaldem fienin' STK on a Saturday evening I know I'm famous, stainless kettle and I might just freeze it Gotta get diamonds with all this pressure cah we AVS1 Been down for my whole life, man are upset when the next man gets up Sleep when you're dead, don't tell me I'm slept on Had to invest in myself, don't need an investor Nah, but last year man spent more dough than I made If you knew what I made Got a yard in the sticks with a maid I'm in the ends with a ting and her mates Lookin' at yutes on the block like man's from a similar place Yeah, yeah-yeah A-V From the gutter to glory, bitch